Unexpected worries

When I found out we were having a child, I thought the thing that would worry me the most would be our child being a bowl of fingers or having a debilitating genetic disease. Something awful. And, of course, that’s still a worry. But it’s the kind of thing you have to put in the back of your mind a bit. Just to survive.

So, no, what I’ve found is that the worries that preoccupy me, that I can’t set aside, that strike unexpectedly while we’re dusting … It’s things like: “I hope our child doesn’t have an asshole laugh.”