the worst that could happen is that he could cry
Kyle reminds me of this often. Like the other week when we were going out with friends and the babe, and I was voicing some concern because the previous two times we’d found ourselves in restaurants as a family of three in the evening, our precious offspring COMPLETELY LOST IT and it was really stressful and painful for all parties involved. Kyle’s response to my apprehension was simply, “Well, if he cries and we need to leave, we’ll leave.”
Hmmm. That didn’t sound so bad.
And as it turned out, no one cried and no one left early. Woo!
Now, obviously, I am well aware that there are actually MUCH worse things that could happen in any given outing or incident than my child simply crying, but as I’ve articulated before, I don’t want my fears to paralyze me. So, I’m clinging to this notion that the worst that could happen is that things don’t go quite as planned and maybe my baby fusses, but OH WELL.
This is a good litmus test for me too, when deciding if I’m going to attend a certain event/run a certain errand/etc. I have found that it’s easy for me to talk myself out of doing anything or going anywhere with my babe, but when I frame it in the context of, “Well, the worst case scenario is some tears,” then I find myself getting out of the house a lot more, and am usually VERY grateful that I did.
Hashtag mom confidence.