I booked appointments for the girls at the local vet for the first annual checkup. I’m new at this but it’s my understanding that once a year is standard protocol early in their life, ignoring any emergencies or anything of that nature. If I’m wrong, I’ll leave it to the vet to set me straight.
However, as soon as I confirmed the date and time of the appointment and ended the call, I started to experience a sense of panic. What if I’m over feeding them? What if I’m under feeding them? What if I’m missing some fundamental aspect of feline care? Will the vet judge me?
Simply put, I’m afraid of being labeled as a bad (pet) parent.
I love these cats, even if they wake me up in the middle of the night to let me know that they’re awake and keeping an eye on that one corner of the bed for me. And while I have faith in how Dayle and I have raised these two over the past year, I can’t help but worry that I’m doing something wrong now that there’s an official review of my abilities as a parent on the horizon.
And then it hit me, if this is what I feel as the caregiver for two cats, the pressure felt by parents of their children, regardless of age, must be monumental. Suddenly I have a bazillion times more respect for every parent out there.
Funny how that happened.
Have a nice weekend.