My most important role in my life is to protect my children’s health and safety.
I have taught them: how to stay on sidewalks; to never to run after a ball in the street; how to deal with strangers; how to call 911; not to walk or run with food in their mouths; not to take bites of food that are too big; not to put things around their necks; to always look all four ways when crossing at a corner; to stay away from dogs they don’t know; to be careful on the stairs and around the stove; to always wear a helmet on their bikes; to never get a tattoo (just thought I might slip one in), and not to stick things in their eyes, ears or up their noses.
They are learning to be good swimmers and how to be safe around water. They have been vaccinated and they go for regular health check-ups. We are trying to teach them how to make smart and careful decisions.
I don’t know how to protect my children from a sinkhole.
I cannot stop thinking about the family of four in Montreal. They were watching hockey on TV together when their house collapsed into a giant sinkhole; they did not survive. I just cannot understand how such a random event can destroy a family with no warning, and no opportunity for the parents to get their children out of the house safely. There would have been no chance for the parents to predict, prevent or protect.
As a Mom, I worry an awful lot about the preventable things that could happen. I can also keep myself awake at night worrying about the unpreventable things that could happen. But this one has thrown me.
My thoughts are with the families and friends of the Préfontaine and Charbonneau Families.