I could be sitting in hospital now staring at my run over 2 year old. Or worse. Preparing his funeral.
My husband, myself and our 2 year old had just pulled up at home and my husband was about to head back out to grocery shop. I had let Oliver out to head to the front door and remembered my water bottle in the car. I grabbed my bottle and headed to the front door where Oliver was supposed to be. He wasn’t there. So I raced back to the car.
I was moving fast but everything was in slow motion as I had already envisioned my husband reversing and our gorgeous boy somewhere under the car.
Oliver had walked behind our car (on a sloped driveway) and over to the side of the car that I had gotten my water bottle from. He had just followed me around instead of continuing to the door like we do every day.
Thankfully my husband had a feeling that he should just wait and make sure he was with me and when he looked out of his side mirror he saw this fluffy head of yellow hair walking from behind the car.
He would have rolled right over the top of him.
And it would have been my fault.
For years I have been that parent who thinks ‘How could you be so stupid to forget your baby in a hot car or let the handle of the saucepan hang off the stove.
We are so busy. So distracted. We give our children responsibility that they aren’t ready for and a whole heap of the time, accidents. Tragic accidents occur. But this wasn’t an accident. This was me not factoring in changes to our routine. On a normal day, it’s just the two of us. There’s no one in the car to reverse. This was me distracted. Casual. Not switched on. Thinking about everything other than my child.
I am eternally grateful for this wake up call. This moment that has shaken me to my core of what could have happened. The situation that I placed my husband and child in. I am awake now. We think we know what our children are going to do based on what they have done or do every day without error. But we cannot assume. I wont be assuming anymore.