There was spotting of blood before I knew I was pregnant and I worried.
I was "high normal" for amniotic fluid so I worried.
His heart rate dropped during labor and I worried.
When he was born the cord was wrapped around his neck, his arm, and his leg so I worried.
His bilirubin count at one week was 29 and the hospital tech person remarked, "Wow! I've never seen it that high before!" Boy, did I worry.
He wasn't tracking left to right when he was 3 months old and I worried.
We were told he had albinism and might be legally blind. I worried.
He skipped kindergarten because he would have been the 29th child and they wouldn't have an assistant until there were 30 kids. I worried it was the right choice.
We moved before the end of 1st grade and I worried.
Because of his vision, he was not good at sports in a town that plays sports. He was smart beyond his age. He loved to read. He did not love to talk. I worried because he didn't have many kids he could relate to.
I worried and my heart hurt.
Hubby had to find a new job the summer before 8th grade. He found one 2 hours away. We had to decide whether to move the whole family from our home of 6 years just as the boys were entering their critical teen years or have the boys and I stay and hubby commute on weekends. I still worry if we made the right choice.
There are so many decisions we make on behalf of our children. Most seem huge at the moment:
Breast or Bottle
Cloth or Disposable
when to feed solids
when to potty train
how to celebrate major and family holidays
stay at home mom or working outside the home mom
The list goes on. And at every crossroad we worry if it's the "right" thing.
There are copious amounts of books telling us how we made the "wrong" choice.
Then the day comes when your child leaves for college or the military or marriage or a job opportunity and you realize all your choices culminate in that moment. You've studied for this test with all those books and experts tutoring. And you worry.
At least I do.
We take oldest to campus in a few days -- not far away, but not here anymore.
I know we have a wonderful, intelligent, thoughtful, creative, kind son. People who see him say he is ready and he'll be fine.
He worked at residence camp this summer for 9 weeks. They say he'll be fine.
My husband tells me he'll be fine.
But I know when we drive away, leaving him there with 3 suite mate strangers, on a campus in the middle of a bigger city, to figure out classes and living and managing life his way, I will worry if we did enough to prepare him. I will worry that today's society is too dangerous to allow him to be out there without me to throw myself in front of danger.
And I worry that having done it right means he won't need me anymore.
It is said that to have a child, is to forever have your heart walk around outside your body.
Well, this week -- my heart leaves for college.