I've had a bout of anxiety lately, worrying something will happen to my children. I don't know why, but it comes about every so often and I think the fact that I'm so grateful for what I have almost makes it worse. On reflecting what I have is followed straight after with thoughts of what if 'that's not there one day.
Then when I witness my children and how much they love us, like little Ivy and Shaun having a cuddle as the sun sets my feelings get flipped on their head and I imagine if they lost us. For anyone that has children you know we are their world while they're young.
I don't mean to be Debbie Downer, I really am generally a happy person, but now as a mother those thoughts are there and they pester more than I like. I'm sure I'm not alone.