Worrying comes naturally to me. For as long as I can remember, I have worried about everything. I know that most of it is irrational. But knowing that does not make it stop. I worry about things I said in conversation months ago. I worry that I offend people. I worry about organic vs non-organic (not that I am going to switch because I am not a millionaire). I worry about growth hormones in food. I worry about every sickness and bump and bruise that does not seem to be going away fast enough.
I come from a long line of worriers. And somehow, that gives me comfort. But, I seem to have passed this on to my son.
ET is 5 years old. Well, 5 and a half. He gets ready for things way in advance because he worries that we'll be late. And lately, he has decided that he doesn't want to get baptized when he turns 8.
Did I mention that he is 5 and a half?
He found out that when you get baptized, you go backwards down into the water. He did it once in the tub and got water up his nose. So, he doesn't want to get baptized because he doesn't want water up his nose. Mind you, he announced this at church in his I-cannot-be-quiet-to-save-my-life voice.
He is worrying about this 2.5 years in advance.
Luckily after explaining that you can plug your nose, and two weeks of him trying to get up the courage to try doing it with his nose plugged, he has figured it out. In fact, he spent most of his Karate pool party practicing for this great event that will not happen for 2 and a half years.
At least he'll be ready, I guess. As for the worrying, he has conquered this one and is back to worrying about spiders in his room.