My heart is breaking for Chickie Poo.
We learned Monday that one of her classmates, on the afternoon of Easter, had chased a ball into the street and been hit by a SUV. The child broke both arms and legs and was not going to able to return to school to finish the year. Chickie Poo felt sad for him and was making cards and such to send to the hospital.
Me? I laid awake until after 3 that morning re-enacting the accident. I saw myself as the driver, since I drive a SUV. I saw Boo Bear as the child hit, as he plays ball CONSTANTLY and thinks he is invincible. I had other worries going on, but this was one of the major ones.
I recommitted to driving more carefully. I emphasized the importance of letting the ball go, looking both ways and overall safety with my older kids.
We discussed how lucky he was to survive with broken bones but still alive.
My phone rang an hour ago with Chickie Poo crying uncontrollably on the other end.
The school just announced this child had passed away.
I pray for his mother and family. I pray for mine as well.
Today is to the day when my child will forever be changed. She now is acutely aware that bad things CAN happen to another child; someone she knows.
I'd give anything for her to have never learned this lesson.