I’ve never been one to worry about dying much. My thoughts have always been that when it happens it happens for everyone. I’m realistic about it to the point that the idea of friends or family passing doesn’t bother me terribly. Anyone who I love enough to care about I feel they’re a good enough person that they’ll go to a better place in death. Some think it’s a cold perspective but people who take time to understand the point of view realize that as one said “Don’t take life too serious, nobody gets out alive anyway.”
Having a Child Changes Everything
Nobody warns you about the worrying that goes along with having a child. I remember now pondering on the subject how a friend suggested that having a child turns your perspective of the world in to evaluating things as “can kill” or “can’t kill” your kid. For me that’s definitely true as the longer I have my daughter the more I can’t stand the idea of doing without her. I worry about everything from the stick she picks up to her and mom driving at night. It was certainly a surprise to me that I became a worrier much like we always teased my grandfather about being.
Now worrying about my baby isn’t as much of a surprise as the fact that I started worrying about myself. I purchased life insurance and disability insurance which are things I never owned before. I can’t stand the thought of leaving the family without. What’s more is I feel a tightening in my chest if I even start to drift towards the thought of not being there to see my baby grow up. One year has produced so many great memories and you just don’t want it to end. You definitely begin to treasure your own life more for the sake of your little ones.
Having a baby is great and I’ve loved the past year of it but man does it shove responsibility on your shoulders as if you were Atlas.
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