The vulnerability we feel as individuals dramatically pales in comparison to the fear that arrives the moment your first become a parent. Any concern I’d ever had for myself or my loved ones seem so small and frivolous compared to the gigantic fear that I owned on the day that we drove our son home from the hospital.
Is the car seat installed correctly?
Will someone broadside us in the 8 miles between the hospital and the haven of our home?
Has anyone ever had to return to the hospital because they harmed their infant changing a diaper?
The fear of my own inadequacy was enough to drive a perfectly sane human to their knees, but I was learning how to get by. And then I turned on the news. Every day since February 2002 has been a minefield of emotion for me as I genuinely hurt for parents who are searching for their children, or even worse, find that their children will never return home. I don’t know how they go on.
Hug your babies this weekend and give thanks that they’re with you and they’re safe. If they’re anything like mine they are far from perfect, but having them safe at home is sometimes all the perfect we need.