If I had a penny for every time one of my children said “Don’t Worry!” I’d be a gazillionaire! I don’t even know if there is such a thing but I would be one.
Me: “Make sure you get the paper in to your history teacher!”
He: “Don’t Worry! I’ll get it in!” …. 9 hours later
Me: “Did you get the history paper in on time?”‘
He: “Oh no – Mom, I’m so, so sorry!”
Me: “Make sure you’ve let your work know that you won’t be available this next weekend”
She: “Don’t Worry! You know I won’t forget”….. Weekend comes.
She: “Oh crap, I forgot to let my work know I wouldn’t be there”
Me (under my breath): “Don’t Worry!” (Said the way no mother should ever speak: with sarcasm)
The scenarios differ but the words are always and forever the same. Need the garbage taken out? Don’t worry! Need the cat fed, plants watered, dishwasher emptied? Don’t worry! Need a GPA that will allow you to graduate from high school? Don’t worry! Need to save yourself from going crazy? Don’t worry!
It’s amazing the power those two words hold for teenagers. In their minds this is the answer for everything, better still, isn’t it what moms want to hear? Somehow the words sink into their brains and convince them that their moms really don’t need to worry, that they have everything under control. They, with their tiny bank accounts, hair from hell, and inability to get to school on time are in control? Awesome.
But worst of all, when they use those dreadful words, and later come and look at me with big, sad eyes and true conviction that I am right, I melt and forgive them on the spot. I temporarily forget that the words exist and hug them thinking how boring my world would be without these ingrates.
When I look closely at the penny there are four significant words at the very top. It is these words that challenge me and make me think maybe my kids are right about this “Don’t worry!” mantra. In reality, the only words strong enough to combat my worry are the words “In God We (I) trust”. It’s those words that will sustain me until the next “Don’t worry.”
And now I need to go and phone one of them. Somehow I know the conversation will go like this:
Me: “This is your first day of work. Make sure you’re not late!”
He: “Don’t worry!”
One more penny for my growing savings account.