Tuesday, July 27, 2010

the nightmare that could have been

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I pulled into the driveway last night, greeted by a not-so-happy Dad2Amara. I had just finished up a girls' night out at our local Melting Pot and was enjoying the evening until Dad2Amara approached.

As my husband mowed the lawn, Amara played with some neighborhood kids. They ran in yards. Made jewelry in one's basement. And rode their bikes.

One minute, Dad2Amara was waving to a neighbor driving by in his passing car. The next, he was yelling at Amara to watch out.

Amara was racing down a driveway and right into the path of the oncoming car.

Dad2Amara's heart jumped out of his chest. My heart stopped as he retold the story.

I've had some time to think about it. And I keep thinking of what could have been.

Then I think about her first time on a bike. I become nostalgic but know it's now a part of our past. Amara will be driving before we know it.

Yet I can't seem to stop imagining what Dad2Amara saw last night. The horror I would have felt watching Amara fly down the driveway and into the seemingly open street.

I shudder to think about it.

I have no real lessons to share. No words of wisdom to impart. Just hugging my daughter a little tighter this morning.

1 comment :

  1. I know what you mean! Monkeyboy really did get run over by a car at the beginning of the summer. It smashed his legs and fractured some of his bones, but, miraculously, did no permanent damage except that he still limps sometimes and feels tingles in one of his legs sometimes. But it COULD have been so much worse. Just one second difference, one inch difference, and Monkeyboy could have been paralyzed or killed! Life is scary sometimes, isn't it. We are so fragile, really. I'm glad Amara was okay, though!!!!

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