We had one of those terrible parenting moments last week. One of the moments that you hope you never ever have to experience. Our daughter was out riding her bike in a park down the street from our house, and a man asked her to help him look for his dog. Then he directed her to a much more secluded area of the park, and suggested she go back to his house to see if the dog had returned on his own. When she said no and got out of there, he followed her in his van. She had to hide behind buildings and other houses to lose him long enough to allow her to get home safely. She was terrified, and once she got home and told us about it, we were terrified,too. I would not wish this experience on anyone. The poor kid is sleeping with a baseball bat because she is so scared now. But even in such an experience, there is a blessing.
It's easy in the day-to-day to lose sight of how lucky we are. We know on some level that we are fortunate for all we have. Fortunate to have a house to live in. Fortunate to have clothes to wear. Fortunate to be able to walk. Fortunate to be able to hear. Fortunate to be able to communicate. Fortunate to have our loved ones. But when those loved ones are driving us crazy, or when the clothes need to be folded, or the house needs to be cleaned, it's hard to feel grateful.
Our daughter doesn't know all the things that could have happened to her. She's innocent. She doesn't know the horrors that exist in the world. But I do.
Every time I look at her, I have to fight back thoughts of where she could have been at that particular moment if she hadn't gotten away.
But she did get away, and she is resilient, and already bouncing back. Her feisty spirit never left her, and just yesterday she got such an attack of the giggles she fell on the floor laughing. Our little girl is tough. And mouthy. I still reprimand the mouthy part, but suddenly I am not getting as annoyed by it. I am so glad she still has that spirit. I am so glad that she's here, and whole, and I have the privilege of getting to hug her, and laugh with her, and snuggle her, and yes, even argue with her. It's a blessing to have people in your life that you love that much. People that you argue with because you care. Because it matters. Because they matter to you, and their choices matter to you. How much worse it would be to not have them in your life anymore.
It's nice to meet you! Welcome to my blog. My name is Amy, and my husband and I have three lively kids. We are so happy to share our journey with you. Come along as we learn to embrace the messiness of life, and maybe chase a dream or two along the way.