I've done it since I was a child. I used to worry about my younger sister. I used to worry she wouldn't have her homework done, she would be late for class, she would get sick and the list went on and on. When my parents got divorced, I worried that my Dad might forget us and that my Mom would remarry.
It used to seem insurmountable, my worry. It seemed like the more I love someone...the more I worry about them. Believe it or not, but I was so nervous getting a dog as a child because I was worried about how worried I would be about it!
I used to think that this was a major flaw that only I had. I could not wrap my mind around other people feeling this way.
But I was wrong.
When speaking to a group of other mothers recently, I realized that each and every one of these mothers worried. Some worried about husbands, others health or jobs, but what we ALL had in common was a worry for our children. Moreover, what we all shared was the belief that our worrying was a problem.
...the more I love someone...the more I worry about them...
This is why I think I'm OK with worrying about my children (or my sister, or my husband....). These are the people I love, these are people whose lives I have a role in shaping, these are the people who's happiness is important to me. As a Catholic mother, I have the added responsibility to help these people get to heaven. No small feat.
So I worry.
But I also pray.
And this is why my worries don't overcome me. The more I love someone, the more I worry for them...the more I worry for someone, the more I pray for them too. I like to think of my worry as God tapping me on the shoulder reminding me that the things I worry about I often have no control over. And it's in this lack of control that I need Him.
So today, fellow mothers, when you worry about your children (your husband, your sister...) take a moment and pray for them. And while you're at it, thank God that you are blessed enough to be given people that you can worry about.