I worry about losing my kids.
I like to imagine we all do, and that our worry keeps us vigilant and on top of their whereabouts.
But more than worrying about losing my kids, I worry about losing my kids. You know, like losing losing.
What I really mean by all that is that I worry about losing their hearts. Sure, they love me now. But they don’t know all of my weaknesses yet, and they’re still too young to see all the ways I’ve already screwed them up through inexperience and a lack of patience.