I have become that paranoid, overprotective, crazy mom.
I should have known this would happen…before I had kids, I may have already been just a teensy bit OCD. I hate germs. I think too much about everything. Worst case scenario goes through my head in almost every situation. So I guess I should have known that after having two kids this paranoia would be multiplied by a 1,000.
And now that I have both a toddler and a baby, that paranoia has shifted from my toddler choking herself to now being paranoid about her shoveling something down the baby’s throat. I’ve already caught her trying to feed her some of her Cheez-its and Frosted Flakes. I guess I’m happy that she is at least sharing…
There are some days when I think I’m about to have a heart attack. You know that feeling when your heart starts racing, it feels like it dropped into your stomach and you scream because your kid looks like they are about to do something dangerous, or they just picked up something from the ground, put it straight into their mouth and then took off running because they know they just did something they weren’t supposed to do?
Been there. One too many times.
Oh and they know. They get this look in their eye and look at you to see if you’re looking at them, and to see where you are to see if they will be able to make a quick getaway.
Sneaky Toddlers.
I’m always hovering, looking over the shoulder and trying to anticipate the next move, just in case I need to make some sort of ninja-like move to avoid some sort of catastrophe.
I don’t think I’ll ever relax, and I’ve come to realize that I probably shouldn’t fight it. It is what it is. I’ll never be the cool mom, the mom that doesn’t make them wear funny looking helmets when bike riding or skating…maybe I’ll relax a bit when they get older and are teenagers??
DOUBTFUL.
Can you relate?