Parenting and worrying seem to go hand in hand. At least they do for this neurotic blogger. Do some parents simply feed their kids and send them to school without being concerned that they are happy and fulfilled and challenged? Are some kids so perfect that they don’t require worry?

Pride is always there, too, which is the hope in the bottom of this Pandora’s box.

Ian taught himself how to use iMovie last week. So, he’s been making his own mock news shows. He films himself in the studio, aka the basement, using my cellphone. Then he sends the videos to my computer and splices them together with Jonah’s GarageBand music and cartoon clips from YouTube. His movies are a mixture of genius and insanity. We love them. Pride.

My kids take turns being the object of worry. Right now, I have a lot to sort out with Ian’s school. Over the summer, Jonah was the concern when he didn’t weigh enough to join the high school soccer team. I forced him to join the cross country team to keep his mind off the disappointment. He took to it right away. His wiry frame, which was a liability on the soccer field, is an asset on the cross country course.

He’s the fastest Freshman at his school. He’s the fastest Freshman in most of the surrounding towns. He’s so adorable, because he’s utterly shocked at his wins. He thinks that someone made a mistake.

So today, I’m worried about one kid and proud of two.