Just Beachy

Hubs makes fun of me often, in jest calling me "Captain Safety". I'm the worrier. Trying to always be steps ahead, trying to make everything perfect. I just read an article on Huffington Post (http://www.huffingtonpost.com/kate-bartolotta/happiness-tips_b_3956114.html?ir=Parents) about dropping all the bullhockey and just be happy. Now. Being "Captain Safety" and all, this article got me thinking: Does becoming a parent = the end of anything carefree? Does becoming a parent to a special needs child take years off my life with worry? Are we ever going to be able to drop the bull and just be happy...NOW? I have the never-ending guilt following me, like a creeper, telling me: "You should be researching/reading/watching more ways to help her. Make sure your baby is safe." But sometimes, rarely but sometimes, you have to drop the researching/reading/watching and just enjoy the view.