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I was really worried, twice, during pregnancy, that my baby would come out ugly and I’d know they were ugly! LOL Luckily, I have the 2 best looking kids, ever!
My adult son let someone stay over for a few nights, then discovered that the guy 1-had some emotional issues and 2-liked to go armed. For weeks I obsessed about this guy murdering my son, his wife, and their 2 kids, with no one knowing to notify me before the funeral. My son was wise enough to tell me all this long after the guy had peacefully moved on, but still. I lost a lot of sleep over that one.
I was afraid my children wouldn’t learn to take care of themselves, so I started giving them responsibilities early. In some cases, maybe a little too early.
That my kids will be victims of a horrific crime; kidnapping, trafficking, school shooting. Also that they will drown. OMG I am desperate for them to become good swimmers! (Working on it.)
That there will be some horrible world event- a pandemic or an anthrax attack or a nuclear war- and I’ll have to watch them die horribly.
Yes, I have a generalized anxiety disorder diagnosis and it’s pretty well-managed right now, so at least now I don’t imagine it in excrutiating detail as much anymore. But stuff like this still crosses my mind regularly.
That he’ll yell at me about how much he hates me, he’s only 10 months old, but the guilt of just putting him down to fix his plate or forcing the vegetables makes me feel like he’s going to hate me at times when he’s crying at the top of his lungs. It’s irrational and kids don’t always hate their parents but man..
That I will die before my kids are old enough to remember me and know how much I love them. I’m not sick or anything, it’s just one of those weird irrational fears
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I was really worried, twice, during pregnancy, that my baby would come out ugly and I’d know they were ugly! LOL Luckily, I have the 2 best looking kids, ever!
When I was at the end of my pregnancy I’d be kidnapped and my baby cut out of me.
When my kids(18&20) are driving and I’m in the car with them I worry about an accident happening. When I’m not in the car, no worries.
Too many to catalog.
She’ll end up in a cult. 😬
My adult son let someone stay over for a few nights, then discovered that the guy 1-had some emotional issues and 2-liked to go armed. For weeks I obsessed about this guy murdering my son, his wife, and their 2 kids, with no one knowing to notify me before the funeral. My son was wise enough to tell me all this long after the guy had peacefully moved on, but still. I lost a lot of sleep over that one.
I was afraid my children wouldn’t learn to take care of themselves, so I started giving them responsibilities early. In some cases, maybe a little too early.
my son will never move out, post hs graduation
That my kids will be victims of a horrific crime; kidnapping, trafficking, school shooting. Also that they will drown. OMG I am desperate for them to become good swimmers! (Working on it.)
Every single day since I became a parent, it’s been that my kid will die in their sleep. They’re 16 and 20.
That there will be some horrible world event- a pandemic or an anthrax attack or a nuclear war- and I’ll have to watch them die horribly.
Yes, I have a generalized anxiety disorder diagnosis and it’s pretty well-managed right now, so at least now I don’t imagine it in excrutiating detail as much anymore. But stuff like this still crosses my mind regularly.
That he’ll yell at me about how much he hates me, he’s only 10 months old, but the guilt of just putting him down to fix his plate or forcing the vegetables makes me feel like he’s going to hate me at times when he’s crying at the top of his lungs. It’s irrational and kids don’t always hate their parents but man..
That I will die before my kids are old enough to remember me and know how much I love them. I’m not sick or anything, it’s just one of those weird irrational fears
Loosing control of our budget, I’m extremely paranoid about our finances even though we have 6 months of emergency funds.