Everyone worries, right? I mean, most people do, some more than others. We worry about our relationships, our looks, our future, our jobs, our bank account. We worry if we will make it on time, if our post will get likes, if our car will break down, if our loved ones will die, what others think of us.
Then we become parents, and a whole new level of worry becomes part of our existence. Parents, you know what I’m talking about. It’s like being in a constant state of worry. Am I doing this right? Are they getting enough sleep? Are they developing correctly? Am I feeding them healthy enough? Do they have friends? Will they be successful? Will they struggle? Will they make bad choices? Are they happy?