Worry not....

I came by my worry mode quite honestly. My mom was a constant worrier and "What if'"-er. I understood. I'm the youngest of four. By the time I was in preschool my parents had separated, but not divorced.  I can't imagine how hard it must have been for mom even though we saw my dad daily. My dad was the calm, cool and collected one. It's no surprise that I picked a mate who was as laid back as my dad while I ran around constantly "borrowing trouble" once we became parents. That trait quickly grew old in the relationship.

I came across this picture on Pinterest yesterday and it really struck a chord with me. It came at the perfect time; right before the first signs that Hurricane Sandy was coming. I had to utter the phrase above to my nervous 11-year-old nephew who called to check on me yesterday. I told him that we would be fine. We are prepared and still have power (unlike my brother and niece who live a short distance away.) We cleared the perimeter of the house of possible flying objects. I have plenty of reading material, scrapping and puzzles to do. I said my prayers. God saw us through Hurricane Irene and an earthquake a week apart last year. I'm sure he will see us through again.

*So, what about you? Are you a worrier? Cool as a cucumber by nature? Do tell!*