Please stop letting your toddler ride his tricycle in the parking areas and street where we live. I know it's hard with so many kids. It's hard to watch them every second and still get things done. But I also know how completely devastating it would have been to your family if I had not been able to stop my car in time today.
What would you do if that sweet little boy HAD been crushed underneath the wheels of my car? Imagine the grief you would live with every day for the rest of your life. Imagine how you would cry over his chubby baby-faced pictures, wondering what he might have looked like over the years. Imagine how you might come across his Thomas PJs in the laundry hamper and hold them to your face, breathing in his little boy smell, knowing it would soon be gone for good.
Imagine the guilt his 5-year-old brother would grow up with, knowing he was supposed to be "watching" his little brother on that day he died. What could that kind of guilt do to a kid? How could he ever grow up a normal, happy person with that on his conscience?
Please, please take a minute to think about what happened today, and thank your Angel for sparing you from what might have been. Then go into your little guy's room and look at his sleeping face. Hug him, and kiss him, and cherish him for the gift that he is. Now make him a promise...the most solemn promise a mother can make. And keep it.
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