Too many to count…
But especially, I am petrified of embarrassment. It’s pretty paralyzing sometimes. You know how mortification is related to the word for death? I get it.
I’m also unusually scared that something will happen and I won’t be able to save all of the kids. Read a story about a siren in Israel that the father couldn’t carry all the little kids at once and get to safety in time so he left the baby who would be the least likely to remember being left alone in the car and too young to understand what the siren means, and just davened that nothing would happen… B”H nothing did. But that thought is terrifying to me.