The realization dawned on me as my husband was driving (because with four kids, it seems we can only have complete conversations when we leave the house alone). I had been rattling off some of the behaviors I’d been observing in one of our sons. Behaviors that were really getting under my skin.
He was worrying. Not just normal day-to-day worrying, but taking those little worries and blowing them out of proportion, then adding a few more unrealistic worries on top of them for good measure. He was tying himself in knots over situations he couldn’t control or change, situations that would likely never come to fruition anyway.
(affiliate link), I intended to do a typical Q&A follow up with Rae. 
