Worrying is like a rocking chair...

I'd be kidding myself if I thought I was the only parent on the planet to worry. I know deep down it's a fruitless thing but sometimes I'm a slave to my thoughts.

I have been wondering a lot lately about whether worrying is a fundamental trait ingrained in us all that is heightened by becoming parents.

Here are some of my nagging concerns:

• Leaving you on the floor to cry when I'm trying to prepare dinner. Will you think I don't love you because I am more engrossed in knives, vegetables and bubbling pots?
• Putting you in your high chair when I'm trying to prepare dinner. Is this time somehow going to stunt your growth developmentally?
• Being anal about cleanliness, to the point that I will listen to you cry and fuss until I've finished cleaning you, your high chair and the floor beneath it. 
• Putting you to down to bed before you show signs of being tired and leaving you to self settle.
• The fact that you've been slower to creep and sit than many other babies we know. 
• The cradle cap you have and the fact that it keeps recurring.
• The notion that you have two teeth already and I haven't introduced you to a toothbrush. 
• The dummy I gave you to help you sleep when you were little because I couldn't bare to listen to the sound of you crying. Now I'm too afraid to take it away.  
• The way I can be so engrossed in my phone when you're on your mat that you can fall over without me realising. Does this make me a negligent parent?