I don’t have professional training in how to worry. But as a parent, I find that it comes quite naturally.
Afterall, that’s what we’re supposed to do as parents – worry.
My son is going on a trip with a friend? Time to worry.
My daughter is going out on a date? Uh-oh.
My son is going to bed for the night? Time to really start worrying! Oh, wait! I meant time to really start relaxing.
But you know what I mean. As parents, we are just naturally concerned about our kids.
So it was a bit of surprised the other day when I found out that it was my son who was worried about me.
My son was staying with my mom. And I was at home. Well, sort of. I was in the town where we lived about an hour away.
It was around 5 in the afternoon. I was at the college where I teach, all set to give a test. And I could tell it was about to rain.
How could I tell? Easy. The chance of rain was only about 10 percent. That’s as close to a sure thing as you can get. If the prediction had been hovering around, say, 90 percent, then the best thing to do at that point would be to plan a picnic.
As we sat there, the clouds came in, along with alerts from the National Weather Service. At 6:15 it was as dark as midnight.
The wind gusted across campus, shaking trees with moves normally only seen at a frat party.
And then came the rain, coming down so hard that it looked like the special effects in one of those cheesy sci-fi movies I enjoy so much.
But that was it. No hail. No tornadoes. No hurricanes.
And while I was thankful for that, I was most thankful for the fact that my son hadn’t been around. He hates storms, and I knew he would have been particularly frightened by this one.
But in this case, he was just as worried about me.
The next morning when I checked my phone, there was a voice mail from my son.
“Dad. Are you ok? I know it got bad there last night, and I was just worried about you.”
I called and told him I was ok. That it really wasn’t bad at home at all. I could feel his relief travel through the phone line (well, through the mobile towers, anyway).
“I was so worried about you, dad.”
There are so many things in this world that we worry about in relation to our kids. Most of those things have about the same chance of happening as winning the Powerball.
And we forget sometimes, that while we’re looking out for our kids, they have an eye out for us.
Afterall the world’s a big place, and our kids can’t help but worry about us as well.
So sweet that he worries about you. But just wait until he’s a teenager. He’ll forget you exist until he needs money, food or clean clothes!
Ha. That sounds vaguely familiar … oh yeah! That sounds like my daughter NOW!!
Just kidding. She worries about me too, but for other reasons.
Thanks for reading 🙂
I vividly remember a night in junior high when Dad & Mom went fishing (way before cell phones). The sun set and they weren’t home. Another hour went by and they weren’t home. Another very dark half hour went by and no word. I was in a total panic. They finally got home and couldn’t understand why I was in such a tizzy. Best lesson I could have had about always being home on time and letting them know I was ok in “weather” situations.
Your son has ” weathered” a lot in his short life. It’s no wonder he worries about you. (All those bad movies and awful commercials you make him watch probably don’t help :-). )
Thanks for sharing that, Sammy. That’s a great story.
Ha! Yeah, no kid should have to endure what I put my son through. Please don’t call the child support services! 🙂
I hope you’re having a great week.
Hey thanks! Just got a text message from Amazon – A Dad’s Journey will be delivered today :-). Along with my “special” golf tees. Life is good 🙂
Awesome! Thank you so much. You just made my day, and I needed some day making!!
I sincerely hope you enjoy it.
I already know I will :-). I’ll let you know my favorites when I’ve read it ( just came home with 7 library books LOL).
Ha. That sounds like me when I come back from the library. My problem is, I’ll start a book (or all seven at once) and maybe finish one!