It’s been a bit of a while since I posted something here on “The Dad Zone,” the category I started quite some time back to document the travails of my shoddy attempts at parenting. I thought I’d rectify that today.
When my kids were younger, they were easier to write about; here were these bright-eyed little things, filled with wonder and just soaking up everything as they explored the world around them.
A few years later, my children are still quite bright-eyed and full of wonder, but they’re not entirely so little anymore (comparatively speaking), and have naturally gone on to cultivate their own personalities. They have opinions and likes and dislikes and things to say and interests that are entirely their own. While it’s fun to document the occasional absurdist utterance I hear coming out of their little room (a recent favorite I overheard being: “Sir, may I interest you in some invisible cheese?”), I feel slightly out-of-bounds writing more about them.
Regardless, I think about them all the time. And as I do, I worry. If you’re a parent as well, you might identify with some of these…or you might think I’m a neurotic freak.
I worry that they’re not eating enough.
I worry that they’re eating too much crap.
I worry that they’re messy eaters.
I worry that they’re already too savvy with the iPad and iPhone.
I worry that they’re dropping their t’s.
I worry that they’re saying ‘like’ too much.
I worry about my own off-color language around them.
I worry that they’re not always polite, or that I’M not always polite around them.
I worry that I’m not always leading by example (or even setting a good example)
I worry that I’m raising my voice at them too much.
I worry that I’m a big pushover.
I worry that they’re afraid to speak up around me.
I worry that I’m not seizing every opportunity to teach them something positive or meaningful.
I worry that I’m not following through.
I worry that they’re both almost out of the single digits.
I worry that I’m perilously close to 50.
I worry that I worry too much.
I worry that I’m not worried enough.
What do you worry about?