Still shakingThe weight of this motherhood job is crushing with it's responsibility sometimes.
There was a bevy of little neighborhood kids outside playing with my small fry. I was inside, right next to the open back door where I could see and hear them. After gardening all day I was taking a small break while they happily played.
My peacefulness was shattered when a knock came at the door. A big, burly man stood there and asked,
"That yer kid?"
My baby boy was running around, pushing a stroller in the middle of the road. A busy road.
The man continued.
"Almost hit him with my 1 ton truck. Good thing I saw him."
Just writing this makes me cry. He slipped out through the gate that I thought was shut. I could hear and see the kids playing, but I didn't count heads. My darling baby boy was in such danger, and I didn't even know it. I feel like such a horrible horrible horrible mother. It's my first, primary, most basic job to keep these little people safe. All the other stuff we try to do pales in comparison if they are in physical harm. But because I wasn't vigilant enough, my baby could have been killed.