Yesterday I did the same thing many of you did. I read about the Krim family with horror. And like many of you, I hugged my kids a little more, a little harder, with a hint of desperation last night. In the back of my head, I even considered canceling the babysitter we hired for next weekend.
But suddenly something occurred to me. This is ridiculous. The way I am reacting is ridiculous. Why can’t I stop visualizing those happy kids in the picture bleeding out in a bathtub? Why am I walking around my life consumed with thoughts of this unfortunate mother? I mean, last night all I could think about was how she was probably lying in a hospital bed paralyzed with grief.
So why do I think my reaction is ridiculous when it’s probably the same reaction mothers across the country are having? Because here’s the truth. Children die every day.
They get hit by cars, they overdose on drugs, they get shot by gang members, they’re killed in car accidents, they come home from war in body bags, they die after long fights with cancer. Do we think their mothers are any less sad than Mrs. Krim? I imagine they are just as paralyzed with the pain and grief.
What a sad way to think, right? Right. So I’m going to change the way I’m thinking today. Right now in fact. While Mrs. Krim remains in my thoughts and prayers along with all of the other mothers who lost their children yesterday, I’m going to think about something else. I’m going to refocus and think about the millions of children who came home safely yesterday. I’m going to think about the millions of nannies who did a phenomenal job with the kiddos they care for.
Because every day we send our kids into the world and pray pray pray nothing happens to them. And usually, more than usually, nothing does.