Growing up, I never realized just how much my Mama probably worried. I knew she was overprotective; I was her only child after all. But I never realized just how much a mother had to worry about until I became a mother myself. The minute I held that little swaddled lump, I instantly knew life was no longer the same. Things that I didn’t even give a second thought were suddenly terrifying and anxiety producing. I did all the child-proofing imagined, crawling around on my hands and knees, looking at things from not just the eyes of a curious child, but from the perspective of a mother seeing possible dangers.