Parenting is the last bastion of horror for the chronic overthinker. You not only have your own stuff to overthink, but now you have the lives for one, two, three [insert number of children] others.
The worst part about it is that your overthinking can take on a life of its own. Your child has a glitch. They tell you about it. You immediately start wondering how this might affect them next week/next year/next decade. I am an expert at this. One small ‘nobody wants to play with me’ becomes a giant leap into a bleak and friendless future.
Three weeks after the fact, I’ll be the one still overthinking, reading up, looking for information, considering strategies. The child in question? He’s moved on. Probably five minutes after he mentioned it. Too busy playing with his friends to discuss it further.
Worry wart? Moi?
Given the choice to delete any part of my personality, it would be this. Not the complete and total inability to ‘get’ trigonometry. Not the underwhelming sense of fashion and style. Not even the deluded desire to try stand-up comedy.
What about you? Anything you’d change or delete?