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I like to think of myself as a calm, fun mother. When my 4 year old falls, I don't rush to his aid. If he wants a cupcake for breakfast, I almost always indulge him. I feel like I do him a favor by being relaxed. In my snobby ways, I see fussy parents as boring. I want to be the cool mom that all the kids wish they had. Just like Amy Pohler in "Mean Girls", "I'm not a regular mom, I'm a cool mom." That is my mantra.
Hence my mantra, I roll with the punches of raising my children. I don't obsess over eating habits and story time schedules. And sssshhh- we aren't up to date on our immunizations. I am going to Mommy Hell for sure.
Until a few days ago, I was rolling with the punches. Then the punches started bothering me and I began to obsess. My 4 year old is an over-achiever when it comes to sleeping. He always has been. But lately, he is tired A LOT. Like asking for a nap and getting excited to go to bed. So instead of assuming he is growing, like most children do, I started to be suspicious. My mom brain started thinking,
“He is sleeping more than normal.
Something isn’t right.
He probably has a deficiency of some sort.
He needs his blood drawn.
Oh crap, he is going to hate that.
What if they results come back telling me he is tired because he has leukemia?
Oh crap, what would I do if he has leukemia?
How would I live knowing my child would have chemo and loose all his hair ?
How would my husband and I handle his death?
It would be so tragic to have to bury my first-born!
I would have to live the rest of my life without my child!
His death would be too much for my husband to handle.
He would shut down and our relationship would suffer.
We would probably grow so far apart that we would get a divorce.
Then I would be divorced and I would have to share custody of our baby!
I would have to spend weekends driving my sweet baby to his dad’s house!
WHY IS MY 4 YEAR OLD SO TIRED???”
Then I thought, maybe I should pray about this. I need to know what I should do. So while driving home, I turned down the music and said a silent prayer. “Should I be worrying about how tired he is? Is everything okay?”
Guess what? All of the sudden, I felt at peace. In my mind, I seemed to hear a voice say, “He is 4 and growing like a weed. That is why he is tired.”
Uh huh. I knew that.
