Sweet Pea tends to worry about the future. She'll come up with all sorts of things to worry about. Usually these are easily countered, and she is (temporarily) reassured. It's gotten that many of the same things come up over and over again, so I've developed almost automatic responses:
"What if I don't like the job I get when I grow up?" "Then you'll get another. I had a lot of different jobs before the one I have now".
"What if a bad person breaks in our house and kidnaps me?" "The doors and windows are all locked. And the police drive around all the time looking for bad people".
"What if you die?" "I'm not planning on dieing for a long time".
"What if there's a tornado and it knocks the house down?" "This house has been here for over 100 years, and nothing has knocked it down yet. Mommy and I and this house will protect you".
But the other night she threw me off for a second. She came up with:
"But what if I get sick?" "What do you mean, Sweet Pea?"
"What if I get sick and die from the Swan Flu?"
One part of me cringed a little inside. I shared this irrational fear, that this flu season would be one for the record books. That there would not be enough vaccine in time. One of her classmates already had a case. A grandchild of a co-worker is currently ill with it. One of our doctors got it last fall from a patient. What if I caught if from a patient and infected one or both of our kids? Of course I know that even if they get it, that they probably won't die. They'll probably be enough anti-viral medicines around to treat them. Probably.
Of course another part of me wanted to laugh out loud at the "swan" thing. Buddy Boy immediately chimed in,
"It's the SWINE flu. SWINE flu! You know, pigs!"
I then hugged her, and told her we'd just have to get her some medicine for that, if she got sick.
We actively try not to have the news on the TV, as there's seldom anything good on, and you'd think that every other child in the county had been kidnapped for all the coverage kidnappings get. But somehow the world creeps in, no matter what we do. And the media magnify our little fears, irrational though they be.
Me- Joe, husband of a great wife, and dad to two great kids, who were both adopted at birth.
Liz- My ever understanding wife, who manages to wear many hats (mom, advocate, therapist, teacher) for our kids.
Buddy Boy- Born in 2000. Funny, intelligent, inventive, and autistic. Loves machines.
Sweet Pea- Born in 2002. Typical little sister. Competitive, outgoing, and smart. Loves anything pink.