The little girl who was kidnapped in Portugal brings all sorts of feelings to the surface.Ã‚Â
I come from a family where as a kid, no one left the house without being told to “keep your wits about you.”
Paranoia about unseen events, the possibility a piano could fall on your head, was king.
So, would I ever go to dinner and leave my four and two year-old children alone?Ã‚Â Hell freaking no.
Not that I haven’t wanted to do such things.Ã‚Â I can’t count the number of times I wanted to leave the kids in the car while I ran into a convience store for toilet paper or the Starbucks for coffee.Ã‚Â And how many times did I settle my colicky kids finally into slumber and want to walk out of the house to exercise–you know just a few times around the block?Ã‚Â They’re asleep.Ã‚Â Ã‚Â I could make it around in two minutes…what the hell could happen?
Thankfully I had my mother’s voice in my head going “the sky will fall, dear Kathie.Ã‚Â Or that piano.”
And for that poor family vacationing in Portugal, it did.
I know I sound like a jerk, like somehow I’m better for never slipping into the grocery store while the kids kept themselves busy in the car, but I don’t think that or feel that.Ã‚Â I think I’m lucky.Ã‚Â I can be absentminded–losing everything from the car keys while in the car to the contacts on my eyeballs (okay, I’m not the only one that happens to, but it sure is bizarre).
I always worried that I’d be the lady driving to the gym, arriving there with no kids in the car.Ã‚Â I’m not kidding, that could easily have happened to me.Ã‚Â I swear that’s why God gave me cranky, vocal kids, just to be sure there was no way, absolutely zero chance of me walking out of the house without them.Ã‚Â The quiet would have shocked me.
I am so sad to hear of that missing girl and perhaps she would have gone missing if the parents had been sleeping in the next room (also a point of paranoia since kids have been snatched from bedrooms) but my God, why take that chance.Ã‚Â Am I really that weird?
Hopefully this is the end of my sanctimonious posts.Ã‚Â But I can’t promise that…