I am a worrier by nature. I fret. I stew. I fret some more. I worry.

It’s just what I do.

My Mom always has worried too, so I really do come by this naturally.

Mack is headed back to Yellow State City later this afternoon. Today is her boyfriend’s birthday, so she has been out with him and his family much of the day. Actually, most of her break has been spent with the boyfriend. I get it.

I do. Really.

He graduates from college next month. He is a film major, and is planning on attending grad school next fall. A decision has not been made as to where he is going yet, but my guess would be either New York or California. Not too many places to get an advanced degree in film here in Iowa.

I have a gut wrenching feeling that my daughter is going with him. Wherever that place is.

So here comes the worries. I don’t know how she’ll afford it. I worry about her being so far from home. I worry I won’t be able to see her as often as I need too.

I worry about Mea too

Then I am also realistic. She can get better experiences for herself in NY or CA. She can do so many things I could never do.

I know she’ll do what’s best for her, I won’t talk her out of it. I have always wanted whatever was best, as any mother would.

In the mean time, I’ll fret, I’ll worry, I will embrace my inner Worrywart.


4 Comments on “Worrywart”

  1. Libby says:

    My worrywart comes out at 3:30 every morning. So, if you want I can add Mack to the list…

    And there are schools in New York and LA.

    • Kelly says:

      You can add her to your list.

      I know there are schools there. Better than where she is at by far, I know this. Just one more thing to worry about. 🙂

  2. Jen says:

    I begin my excessive worrying right around Libby’s time, but because of the timezone differences, I’ll get the worrying going early. I’d be fretting too on this one.

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