WORRY IS LIKE A ROCKING CHAIR:
IT GIVES YOU SOMETHING TO DO
BUT NEVER GETS YOU ANYWHERE
There are two reasons this quote makes me think of my maternal grandmother: the rocking chair and the worrying.
She and my grandfather each had a rocking chair, angled so my grandparents could see out the front windows to the stoop and the sidewalk. If I close my eyes, I can see their living room - my grandfather's bookshelf, family photos, various religious pieces, a mug of tea with at least one tea bag string hanging over the rim.
I also remember how my grandmother worried. She was terrified of lightning. She didn't like driving with certain people (although she always felt safe driving with my Dad.) She would flick drops of holy water around her bedroom, approximating the directions where all of her children and grandchildren lived, in an effort to keep us all safe.
So, while I mostly agree with Ms. Bombeck's quote, I think a certain kind of worrying can get you somewhere…to that place where you feel a sense of peace, a sense that maybe you're protecting the people you care about in some small way.
Toward the end of her life, my grandmother still sat in her rocking chair, now across from my grandfather's empty one, and she continued her praying, her caring, her loving. And her worrying.
This week, let's not beat ourselves up for worrying too much. Let's just try to redirect it in a more positive, productive way.