Coping With My Child’s Worry


The other night, my five-year-old daughter was clingier than usual. As we snuggled at bedtime, she asked in a heartbreakingly sad voice, “What would happen to me if you and Daddy died? Who would Take care of me?”

Gulp. My eyes widened, and my heart raced. 

My initial reaction was to reassure her. “That would never happen sweetheart!” I said in a comforting tone. “Don’t worry, Daddy and I will always be here for you.”  But in spite of my best efforts to put her at ease, her fear persisted, and she choked up with tears in her eyes.  

I tend to have an anxious mind myself and I HATE when people tell me not to worry. It is a wasted wish. It’s too late! I always want to shout, the worry is already there, the seed has been planted!

 Being told not to worry feels dismissive to me. It infuriates me and makes me feel like I’m not being taken seriously. Since when does someone else have the authority to tell me what is worth worrying about and what isn’t? It also makes me feel helpless, as I realize the other person doesn’t know how to help me.

 At that very moment, I recognized that I was doing the same thing to my child. With that in mind, I chose a different tactic with my daughter. I just sat there and held her. 

I wrapped her up in my arms and said, “I know how hard it can be to have scary thoughts like that, and I’m here for you whenever you want to share them with me.”

And we just lay there together in silence until she fell asleep. I have no idea if that worked, but the tears stopped, and she was able to relax enough to go to bed. 

In reflecting on this interaction, I have realized that it’s better for me as a parent to acknowledge my child’s worries, give them a name, and hold space for her while she sorts through it. Despite my best intentions, telling her not to worry just sends the message that I don’t understand or don’t know how to help. 

I want her to learn it’s completely normal to have scary or overwhelming thoughts, and there are ways to cope with them. Sometimes we just have to sit together until the thoughts pass. Other times, we can try to challenge the thoughts, or distract ourselves, or find ways to think about it differently. I also want to help her talk through it, let her ask difficult questions and try to answer them honestly and age-appropriately.

I want her to feel comfortable sharing her worries with me. Even if I can’t or won’t solve them for her, I will be there by her side while she copes with them.


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Meredith is a transplant to the Bay Area and has fallen in love with the weather, gorgeous scenery, and plethora of local wineries. A wife and mother of two, she works part-time as a Child and Adolescent Psychiatrist. She hails from Texas, where she attended the University of Texas and will always bleed orange. She then moved to Washington DC to attend Georgetown's School of Medicine, where she fell in love with her future husband, a fellow student, and has been happily married for almost a decade. She and her husband lived in Cincinnati, Ohio for several years for their medical training and found it the perfect place to start a family. She relocated to the Bay Area a few years ago and has quickly adapted to West Coast living. Meredith enjoys the balance of part-time working and full-time parenting and loves to write about this ongoing struggle. In her persistent drive to find more "me time", she actively pursues her interests in reading, running, soccer, baking, and wine tasting.


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