I think that as a Cuban woman I have been GROOMED for worrying.
As far back as I can remember my mom's cautionary voice speaks into my ear. "cuidado con ______ (fill in the blank.)"
So is it any wonder that I'm constantly on the alert for trouble? And God (in his great and infinite wisdom) has gifted me with FOUR very independent thinking offspring.
Of course, I know from my extensive Professional Cuban Mother Training that as long as they roam the earth out of my sight, I'm required to wring my hands impotently and wonder what they're doing and who they're with, never for a moment taking a break from my diligent vigil.
Or....I could just trust God with them and break out the Dulce de Leche Ice Cream. =D.