Family angst
01/03/2012
I’m hoping it’s not my bad parenting that’s made my children anxious – I’m trying to blame it on genetics. Or catholicism, or the Irish potato famine, or aluminium pots, or gluten. My children may be manifesting versions of my anxiety, but I swear, my whole family is like that, and it goes back generations.
I also wanted to add that I have a comic in the latest Metro magazine – upfront, a column, on page 26 no less. In full, glorious technicolor. That makes me anxious too. Anxious when I draw it, anxious after it’s published and I’m worrying about whether it’s any good or not. You should buy a copy – here’s a sneak preview:
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LET ME BE FRANK 
Sarah Let me be Frank is always terrific but today you have outdone yourself. This is brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.
Love it hon! Told Keenan this morning that if he didn’t let me put Savlon on his cut it would get so big that it would take over his whole foot and the only choice would be to chop off his foot….
Brilliant. Prompted memories of being in hospital (with broken leg) when I was 7 and complaining of stomach pains. Sadistic doctor described a large circle on my tummy with his finger and murmured: “THIS is where I’ll have to cut to fix your tummyache.” I was terrified for weeks, but the pains did subside quite fast.
I wish the rest of my (nuclear) family were a little more anxious (i.e. engaged with the world) I feel like I carry anxiety for four!
Fantastic!! I was brought up by an anxious mother. We had to sit down to eat peanuts, lest we choke.
your mother is very anxious about this blog
Please don’t blame it on Catholicism… On second thought, oh yes, you can. Surely you can. But then Protestant families are the same too. My mother is the same. But then after defecting to Catholicism, I realize Catholics and Protestants are no less different regarding anxious mothers raising anxious children.
My mum always was worried if she was sewing that she’d drop a needle. Then one of us might step on it, it would snap off and travel up into their heart and kill them.
Ah, but, I know of someone who DID step on a needle and it DID get sucked inside their vein and travelled…..but they got it out – though she did have a sore heel for a really long time…..
My mother’s sure I’ll be responsible for the horrible demise of my children by virtue I’m no longer in the country she is – how can she protect us now?
I have to say Hi and that I love your blog! I found you by searching for info on some shops for lease on Martin Ave and managed to get your blog post back in Oct 2010. Loving the comics and wit and hopefully I will get my arse into gear and get a cool shop opened there soon 🙂