Nervous nine year old
What's the deal, here? My nine year old has become a worry wart, lately. Any time she can't find one of the dogs right away, she starts hyperventilating and frothing at the mouth with worry, probably envisioning them as the newly installed speed bump on Echo Lane. When she has a tiny bump or cyst, she panics, probably running through operating room scenes in her mind that look more like re-runs of "Trauma 911: Life and Death in the Emergency Room" than reality. Yesterday, we were landing in a plane when she looked at me with great concern, patted my arm knowingly and said, "You know, I never hear the wheels come down and now I did. They sounded really old." Her life is pretty predictable and stress free, other than hearing her older sibs exaggerate god knows what, so I'm not sure what this is coming from. She's a tough little firecracker in al other regards. I can't imagine what she'd do in MY shoes. One day in them and she'd probably wind up curled in the fetal position sucking her thumb and whimpering. I know I do, sometimes.