The great Google search Are all moms worriers, or is it just me? |

The great Google search Are all moms worriers, or is it just me?

Elizabeth Chicoine

A shrill cry came from my daughter’s bedroom last evening as my son and I seized a rare opportunity for one-on-one time on the trampoline. Being at the edge of a two-acre lot, it is tough to hear much, but her cry rang loudly enough to interrupt our blissful play.Without hesitation, I ran the Mother’s Minute Mile over the hill and through the woods and up the stairs to her room. There she was, now in her daddy’s arms quietly back asleep. She was now fine, yet I was reeling in pain from my unexpected sprint to save the day!Upon my return to the trampoline in the woods of our home, my son managed a pale spoken, “Mom, I’ve been worried sick. What happened?”The bolt of “What have I done to my child?” struck me. The “worry” word. My six-year- old has it, worry disorder. Have I passed this cruel anxiety on to him? Please say it isn’t so.Typical to a “worrier’s” profile, I worried my way through bath, story, and bed. Soon after my son was asleep, I attacked my worry at the core. Enough of this worry nonsense. I went to my shiny new computer to do a Google Search about worrying. Sounds simple enough. Knowledge is power. Let’s nip this nonsense in the bud so that it can no longer hold my offspring hostage nor me.Hmmmthis one sounds interesting. -The Positive Power of Negative Thinking: Using Defensive Pessimism to Harness Anxiety and Perform at Your Peak, by Julie K. Norem. Oh gosh, there’s even a mini-test to determine if you are a worrier, a negative thinker, so to speak. Three minutes later and it is confirmedI am bonafide worrier. I passed the test with flying colors. What started out to be a lark for information for this column now transposed itself to a diagnosis of Worry Disorder. Oh Lord, I need a shrink!But here’s the interesting twist. Every good mother that I know would also score fairly high on this little worry quiz. It is inherent to the art of mothering. Phone interviews with some of the Vail Valley’s finest mothers confirm my instinct on this one. Mothers worry. It is our signature.Perhaps that’s why I love The Golden Bear in Vail. “The symbol of the Vail Valley” is written on all of their shopping bags. The “Mama” bear is one of their feature necklaces and the store relies on women clientele who like those bears! The mama bear necklace embodies the idea of caretaker and mothering love. Bears endure all types of hardships to protect their cubs, and I’ll bet that they worry a bit. A Google search about mama bears in the wild would likely validate this hunch! I’ve even heard lore that the Mama Bear necklace, correctly worn, should always point to one’s heart. This signature piece of jewelry that many local moms wear proudly demonstrates that nurturing, all- encompassing feeling of a mother’s love. It is understandable, then, that this love may take mothers down the path of worry. I just also hope it takes my husband down the path to Vail Village to find one of those new beaded Mama Bear necklaces. I’ve surely earned it with all of my sleepless mom nights of worrying about this and that. In the spirit of this month’s Olympic Games in Athens, bring home the gold, sweetie! I promise not to worry about how much it cost.During my dial-up sessions with moms that I hold in high esteem, one friend shared how she and her husband were once up at some wee hour of the morning feeding their newborn twins when an infomercial caught her husband’s funny bone. The advertisement was about natural supplements for sex drive and worry relief. He joked and laughed along with himself, “Hey, honey, maybe we could get a two-for-one deal on these.” Aren’t men soooooo hilarious?But in all of my crazy Google hunting and phone calling to fellow esteemed moms about worrying, I did manage to find some inspiring news for those moms like me who tend to have the worry handicap. The aforementioned book in my Great Google Search discussed the power of finding a “worry period” for problem solving. Essentially, just “push-off” the worry to a specific daily time. In theory, this sounds like helpful advice. This time delay to worry seems to empower me somehow to get past the situation of worry at hand. I am not “blowing off” the problem, just relegating it to another pile. Try it sometime. It really works.Of course, I learned a great deal more from my midnight jam session about worrying on the Internet. But then, I must go now. I’m worried about making this deadline with my editor. VTElizabeth H. Chicoine lives in the Valley and writes about issues important to the family for the Vail Trail. She can be reached for comment at

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