I just experienced one of a parent's worst nightmares. On a short family walk this evening, I saw Esther ride her tricycle out into a busy road as a car approached. Susie and I both screamed her name in unison. Fortunately, the car stopped and there was no harm done, but I still feel sick inside. Both Susie and I tried to explain the seriousness of what had happened, because I don't think Esther gets it. She doesn't understand.
I love Esther dearly. I don't think I could handle it emotionally if I lost her at this time. I'm grateful that she is okay. I'm not sure whether I want to hug her, throttle her, or ground her, or all three at once!
Maybe it's time for the lesson involving the milk jug filled with sand that is placed in the road for a car to run over. Perhaps that will get the lesson through.
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That is so frightening... YIKES... I am glad she is ok and hopefully the lesson was learned. Sometimes being a parent is filled with some very terrifying moments...
I am shaking in my chair! I am so glad my darling Esther is OK! Bad things can happen so fast and so unexpectedly. The "milk" jug sound like a terrific idea. The "paper sack" worked great when you were a tot.
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