Accident or Unfortunate?

This week, we’re having Boo Boo Busters come over to help babyproof.  I’d like to say it’s because we don’t know where to start, but it’s more because we’re not handy at all.  Your daddy still takes a leveler out to hang one nail – case and point.

You are eating more and more solid foods and I’m making sure that all your fruits and veggies are organic.  You are following the vaccination Calabasas-20130422-00225schedule to a “T” and even had a flu shot when you were 6 months.  Shortly after you were born, we had ADT security installed in our house.  I have purell in the car/house/purse at all times.  Why am I telling you this?  Because, I’m trying my best to protect you as best as I can plan.

There are so many things that I can’t plan for in terms of safety.  I’m not talking about accidents.  Accidents are defined as, “An unfortunate incident that happens unexpectedly and unintentionally, typically resulting in damage or injury.”  Key word: “UNINTENTIONALLY.”  Someone going into a school with a gun is not an accident.  It’s incredibly unfortunate, but not an accident.  I don’t know how to adequately protect you against unfortunateness.

This last week there was a bomb during the Boston marathon.  I wish I could say my first thoughts were for the people in Boston.  I’m ashamed and disappointed that it wasn’t my second thought either.  My first thought was, “what if that was you?”  My second thought was, “could it have been you?”  We are going to Boston in 2 weeks – you could have been there.  I just finished my first half marathon and am running my second in a couple months – you could have been at the finish line.

My third thought made me cry.  My third thought was for the parents that were wondering, “why was it ours” and “what if they weren’t there.”

I’m not about to lock you in a tower or wrap you in bubble wrap.  Although, both seem like perfectly good safety measures at times.  I’m also not going to let you play in the middle of the street unattended or play with knives for that matter.  I’m going to try and find a happy medium…it’s hard though.  I love you little man.

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