The way life goes
Dear Mom-I-Saw-On-C-Ring-This-Morning, I mean the one who had your daughter with you, sharing the front passenger seat of your car. You with your seat belt on and your kid on your lap, unbuckled. I have a question for you: What were you thinking?
I actually thought of calling you a name but that’s no way to start a conversation, right? I figured it would hurt your feelings if I called you a cow. But then I had a sudden picture of something worse. And that’s of your kid flying through the windscreen of your car, with way more than her feelings hurt. In fact, in that terrible picture the beautiful little face of your baby, the one you were kissing because you obviously love her so much, that face was in tatters. Shattered glass can do that. Look, it’s not that I wish that fate on anyone. But muck happens, whether you are on C Ring Road or on the way back from the moon. Ask the Apollo 13 guys. That’s the way life goes. (Pun intended.)
But then I had a sudden picture of something worse. And that’s of your kid flying through the windscreen of your car, with way more than her feelings hurt.
Here’s the thing: I know you because I’ve been you. When I was busy being an irresponsible idiot, never once did I sit down and think about what I was doing. I blindly used all the usual excuses: ‘she won’t stay in her car seat’ or ‘its just a short ride’. I’d even tell my husband to ‘drive carefully’. I seriously imagined that IF ‘something happened’ I’d have time to grab my child, hold her to me and keep her safe. Ha! Shows how much I knew! Experts say accidents take milliseconds.
Listen, I love my kid and I know you love yours. We both know that there are a thousand things in life we can’t control, but how about we focus on the things we can? So from one ex-cow to another, next time just put your child in the back seat and buckle her up, will you?