Anxiety

Anxiety

I have anxiety. I first noticed it after having Owen. I would worry about the usual stuff such as health, safety, work, etc. but with a little extra knot in my stomach. Then, after having Collin my anxiety got worse. I tell myself to chill and remind myself that I’m being overly worrisome. But more often then not I turn into a big ball of nerves. I don’t want to be “that” mom who is overly protective and turn my kids into worry worts. I understand the importance of letting my kids explore and take risks. But it’s hard. Really hard.

family pictures with leslie, collin, owen and ian
I worry that if I have ever have a 3rd kid, I’ll just implode from anxiety. Kidding. Kind of.
What makes me feel better is acknowledging it. Accepting that I have anxiety and that it’s something I have to work on. Just like exercising or eating well, dealing with my anxiety is something that I need to consciously work on.

family photo of ian, collin, owen and leslie laying on yellow blanket

Thank goodness forĀ Headspace, Oprah SuperSoul Conversations, and self improvement books. Also, thank goodness for a patient husband. He would never tell me to chill, rather he just goes along with the wild ride.

collin smiling while laying on ground

Having kids seems to go like this: It takes 9 months to put on the baby weight, 9 months to take it off, and your psyche will never be the same. But I’m okay with that, if I get to look at these two little buggers every day.

owen and leslie smiling

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