As a Mom, Where Does Worry End and Anxiety Begin?

As I was driving my kids to school the other morning I was asking them about their day and getting nothing in response except for a few mutters. I could feel myself becoming anxious, wondering if anything was going on they didn’t think they could tell me.

I let them know I wanted them to talk to me more because I start to worry about them when I don’t feel connected to what’s going on in their lives.

“Mom, I think you like to worry,” my oldest said. My other two teens started laughing at me a...