scary moments

Sometimes we have to react.  Not think.  Not analyze.  Act.  It is necessary.  For safety.

Last night we were out doing things.  As we left the store we discovered it was raining.  Just a little.  Misting.  And my little sweet girl must be made of sugar because she refused to step out in the rain.  I could of tried to convince her to walk to the car.  But I didn't.  I just started walking.  I knew eventually she would follow.  And she did.

As I was walking toward our car -- like a normal parent -- I was aware of what was going on around me.  I saw the back up lights on the SUV parked next to my car.  Between me and my car.  I saw the brake lights.  I knew the SUV was on.  I knew we had no way of predicting when those brake lights would go off and he would be backing up.

I heard her come running up behind me, screaming.  I didn't want to panic her.  So, while keeping an eye on the SUV, I reached out to grab her as she ran by me.  Only she ran around me on the other side when she saw my arm shoot out to get her.  I didn't grab her.  I yelled.

Stop.

Stop!

STOP!.

Only she was screaming and running and not listening.   And she is about 2 feet from the SUV, going full speed toward it.

The brake lights went off.

And I screamed.  NOOOOOOOOOO!.

She stopped.  He stopped (despite the rain, the music, the windows up, the engine, and being on the cell phone he heard me).

I grabbed her and pulled her back.

Her only concern was getting out of the rain.

Mean Mama