Editor's Note: 'Don't worry' – easier said than done
I’m a worrier.
I worry about everything. Ridiculous things. Last week, my son went on a school field trip, and though I carried on my day as usual, I didn’t really relax until I knew he was home safe. (After all, that bus was traveling on the interstate, with who-knows-what kind of crazy high-speed drivers.)
I worried a little less when the same son went on a Cub Scout camping trip over the weekend, primarily because my husband went with him. I didn’t worry about anything really awful happening, but I did fret about whether they would remember to wear sunscreen and drink enough water and what-happens-if-one-comes-across-a-plant-he’s-allergic-to.
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