Close Brushes

Raising small children requires a strong heart and a sharp mind, one that pre-empts almost all possibilities. When my eldest son was was 5, he followed us to the bus terminal and was holding on to my sister's shirt. He let go because he saw some Power Rangers toys on display and we lost him for a brief while. Once last year, he tried to walk home because the bus left him behind. He had forgotten my advice to go to the school's admin office for the teachers to call me.

Just today (minutes ago, in fact) my second son was sent home by a good samaritan who found him trying to cross the road at a traffic light close to our house. Because I was 15 minutes late.

I have to re-look and assess my effectiveness and responsibility as a mother. These incidents cannot happen again, ever. God, please help me be a good parent!