Worrying. And BEARS!

Forgive me, for it has been two months since my last blog post . . .

I feel like this is a confession and I’m not even Catholic. Okay, yes, I do feel a wee bit guilty for neglecting my blog for so long. I think this is the longest I’ve gone in the past almost four years without writing a post. But I’ve been busy. I also really needed a break.

Normally, it’s my job to worry. I’m a mother and I’m very good at worrying. About everything. And even nothing. But every once in a while, all the other people in my life get to worrying about things and then it becomes my job to reassure them. To say things like, “Don’t worry, it’ll be okay.” And, “Chill, everything will be fine.” This does not come naturally for me. And frankly, it’s exhausting.

Mostly it has been my daughter doing the worrying: first about studying and finals, then about graduation, then packing up and moving home, then finding a place to put all her belongings, and then packing half of it up again to go to New Orleans and points west. Not to mention job worries and the overwhelming “what am I going to do in the fall” worry. But there have also been other family members worrying about various things. And co-workers and friends worrying about things. Some trivial things, but also some pretty serious things.

For some odd reason, maybe because I’m so very good at worrying, they have turned to me for reassurance. As much as I want to say, “Yes, of course you should be worried! I’m sure the world is about to end!” I don’t. Well, I try not to. This is completely out of character for me and it drains my energy.

But now everything seems to have gone back to a somewhat normal state. Not sure people have stopped worrying, they’ve just stopped expecting me to do something about it. Either that or my eyes glazed over one too many times and they finally realized I was useless.

So now I can get back to worrying. As usual, my daughter is the primary source of worry. She and her boyfriend have set out on a two and a half month 5500-mile driving/camping/hiking trek of the Western Wilderness. Where there are bears. Other animals, too, but mostly BEARS.

Here are a few pictures my daughter took recently of wild animals in their natural habitat, including a map of where they plan to seek out more wildlife. And bears:

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If they have cell phone reception, she calls and sends text messages, telling me where they are and what they’re doing. So I won’t worry. She promises that if she gets eaten by a bear, she will call me. As I write this, they’re in Wyoming in Grand Teton National Park. She called yesterday to tell me they were hiking back down to camp after watching the sun set over a mountain lake and on the trail ahead of them they saw a Big Black BEAR. It did not see them. So, you know, no need to worry.

But damn. I’m so good at it.

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11 responses to “Worrying. And BEARS!

  1. I don’t mean to worry you, but that marmot looked pretty darn mean.
    Probably rabid.
    Or had a bad day at the office.
    Looked like a varmint that hadn’t blogged in quite a while, if you know what I mean and I think you do.*

    *Okay, so maybe you don’t know what I mean. All I mean is that I like that phrase. It sounds impressive.

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  2. Also, where are the lions and tigers and oh mys?

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  3. Louis

    Wow, that’s a fierce bear.

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  4. Do cell phone get reception in bear tummies? And if that is a “yes”, then specifically which carrier? Sprint, AT & T, Verizon? Inquiring minds want to know…

    BTW, they do make “Bear Spray.” It’s a lot like pepper spray, but hella more potent.

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  5. Also BTW, your daughter doesn’t have to outrun a bear, she only needs to outrun her boyfriend. Throwing some BBQ sauce on him could give her a head start if necessary. So, to sumise:

    1)Bear Spray
    2)BBQ Sauce
    3)Cell phone with bear tummy reception.

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  6. GatorPerson

    I don’t know where the lions and tigers are. But the oh mys have gone off to buy that bear spray SD recommended. They said they’d spray each other before they came back here where the bears might be. Hmmm, they should be back by now.

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  7. That slideshow is hilarious. I like your daughter. 😉 Also, the Grand Teton National Park is one of my favorite places in the whole world– totally worth chancing a bear sighting. If you ever get a chance, go see it! Just make a lot of noise when you’re walking, so you scare the bears before you get to them– heehee.

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  8. Oh good grief, it’s not enough there are BEARS? You want her to have to evade lions and tigers too? No. I forbid it. Besides, Merry has the tigers over on her blog today. Good thing. It was beginning to look a bit “marmoty” over there.

    Yes, my DD assures me that bears do indeed have excellent cell phone reception in their tummies. The catch is, you have to add the bear to your “friends and family” list. Which I have done. Hope none of them think that means they should stop by for dinner.

    I sent a text message to her with a pic of the very fierce bear. She thought it was pretty funny. Not sure she’d appreciate the captions I gave her pictures though…

    Sonja, glad to hear someone I know has been to Grand Teton and survived. The pics on her blog are just breath-taking. I’d love to visit someday, but I’d be the one standing there holding the bottle of BBQ sauce, wondering where everyone was off to in such a hurry.

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  9. Forget the bears… hell, forget even the marmots.
    Don’t let your kid near a yacht, especially in wintertime.

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  10. Marmots good eating. I think.

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  11. At least no one can accuse me of forcing my kid out into the world to break records so I can alert the media. If it were up to me, she’d still be locked in her room.

    Actually, my son is the one who heads to the beach every chance he gets. Where his friends (or their parents) have boats. I don’t think they venture all that far from land. And beer.

    Pretty sure the marmots are too “cute” to get eaten. Hope the BEARS feel the same way about my DD.

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