To start with, I am already a worry wart and since becoming a mother, I found myself becoming increasingly worried about a lot of other things, especially in the aspect of my child/children's future.
I worry if I can make them good Christians. I am worried if I can overcome the great task of teaching them the basics, praying the rosary, the traditional prayers, etc., especially after observing that even in Catholic schools here, they don't teach it to the students anymore. I am worried when I see my students play rough games and get hurt somewhere along the way. I especially get worried for my boy, Liam. I get worried when I see the girls in my classes becoming more agressive, modern and less conservative. I think of Sam.I am worried about bullying both for Liam and Sam. Especially now that we also have cyber bullying emerging. I worry if we can raise them as good individuals. I worry if we can nurture the gifts God has given them. I worry if we can make them the people God would want them to be.
I worry and I worry, endlessly. I know that there is no use worrying. I just tend to waste time when I just think about them and what the future has prepared for them. I will try not to worry. I will try to worry less. But I will pray. And I will pray more. More and more each day. In my heart I think it is the only weapon I have. The only thing that can give me peace and assure me that all will be well, especially during the times that we are not with them.
I hope that just like in Harry Potter, the great love I have for my children, will be more than enough to protect them from harm's way.
