I lose myself in “what-ifs”. This comes in waves, but this weekend I dealt with a number of “what-if” worries.

The what-ifs always involve my kids, and usually involve scary imagined scenarios in which they get hurt.

Nothing will steal the joy of the moment away from worrying about a million futures, which probably won’t even happen.

Plus, when I’m in What-If land, I am absolutely no fun. At all.