Is my child getting enough to eat? Will he ever eat a vegetable again? Am I doing enough to shape him into a boy who loves God? Is he healthy? Will he find someone to love? Will I send him off to kindergarten in diapers? Will he do well in school? What school is best for him? Will he outgrow his love of dolls and tea sets? Will I ever get him to say “Yes ma’am” instead of “Okay captain!”
These are thoughts that percolate up from the dark and scary depths of my brain off and on during the course of any given day.
Then at the end of the day, as I settle into my bed to relax and recover and refresh and restore myself, the Discovery channel informs me that there is a bulge under Yellowstone Park that could erupt and obliterate the bread basket of the United States at any minute, there is a fault line running through the Midwest that could topple and destroy everything from Des Moines to Indianapolis, the east and west coast could be wiped out by a tsunami — that is if a monster hurricane doesn’t get them first. And? A meteorite could hit the earth any day now.
Like I needed something else to worry about.