Learning Hard Lessons At Other Parents’ Expense
I’m in kind of a weird mood today. Not quite depressed, but funky and contemplative. A little girl died in a freak accident at Spenser’s school yesterday and that sort of stuff always freaks me out. The girl was 9 and I think the only thing that could have made it worse is if she had been Spenser’s age or in his class. But with little kids, or any kids, freak accident is such an awful thing to think about because we can’t control it. This was in the drop-off area of the school and it was something I’d seen a bunch of other kids do. She tried to get back in the car when it started moving and was hit and died in surgery. That’s it. The end. And all I can think about today is that family and how they woke up this morning without their little girl because of a freak accident.
Luckily I haven’t had to explain the full details of this to Spenser. He told me the fire trucks and police cars were there for either monsters or to make sure nobody was blown away by the heavy wind. You can be sure I was very loving with my kids yesterday and this morning and while I hate that it takes other families experiencing tragedy for me to get my priorities in order, it’s a gift I intent not to waste. I struggle with spending enough quality time with the kids and I hope I never have to regret that like this girl’s family is regretting things today.