Why I'm Not Worried

I have to say that, other than the initial feeling of shock after finding out I was pregnant, I haven't really been worried about the idea of having a baby.  Maybe that's because it's such a huge thing that I can't even begin to decide what to worry about.  Or maybe it's because of the time I spend with kids now.  In the time I have spent with them, here is some of what kids have shown me I don't need to worry about:

- Eating things off the floor.  Or from the art supply cupboard.  In small amounts, it hardly ever makes you sick.  

- Tantrums that result in lying on the floor, kicking and crying.  Eventually, they end and the child gets up.

- Not eating anything at lunch other than a Cheese String and a Joe Louis.  Not great, but not the end of the world either.

- Keeping a child amused.  Apparently, my sense of humour is not that different from that of a small child.  Dropping things = funny.  Dropping more things = funnier.

- Finding lost stuff.  It's always in the place the child says he looked for it "really hard."

- Being patient.  There are students I have had to redirect more than 25 times in a 80 minute period of time.  As of yet, no one has ever been strangled. 

- Finding the humour.  Because yelling "We do NOT throw snowballs at peacocks!" is kind of funny, when you take a step back.

Someone told me that it wasn't really fair, that this baby had it easy because I was already broken in.  I'm not sure that will be entirely true, but at least I have a running start.