i worry that they won’t understand. i wonder if they’ll be teased. i worry if they’ll resent me. i worry if they’ll miss out on a “normal” life. i worry if they’ll have worries.

i second guessed myself for a little while but realized that i can only do the best i can and let the Universe handle the rest. i meditate and pray. i rationalize and explain. but the worries persist. i don’t feel guilt…

anymore…

i worry. they love their other mom. but only after a very rough adjustment phase. i worry if it’s over or if more adjustment is needed. my son will be a teenager soon. i worry that gay mommy will be more ammunition for rebellion. he’s a good boy but i can’t stop hormones from doing what they do.

i worry about the burden that they have to bear. seems like a bit much to place on an autistic daughter. she already has one challenge and here i am giving her another. tho’ she is handling it all like a pro. i’m so proud of her. i wonder. i worry. then i wonder. where this all will lead them.

i worry about it all. i sleep on it then i live.