Worrying less is easy (if someone reminds you)

It's early morning, and Max is standing outside his bedroom, at the foot of the staircase. He wants to go downstairs. I am in a towel, dripping wet from my shower.

"Honey!" I shout to Dave, who's in the kitchen. "Max wants to come down!" Our stairs are kind of steep, and he needs help navigating them.

Dave trudges up the stairs. When he gets near the top of the landing, he reaches out his arms for Max to fall into them. Eeek.

"Someday," I say, "you're not going to be able to do that. Max is going to be big, it'll be dangerous. You'll both fall backward!"

"But not today!" Dave says, scoops Max into his arms and heads downstairs.

I am the worrier; he keeps us focused on the here and now. And that's very much how we make it work.

How do you and your partner balance out the worrying?