Last weekend, my brother and 7-year-old nephew were in town. While my brother went to his high school reunion, I had Sam for the night. He would have been quite happy to play with all the different sounds on my keyboard all evening, but I thought it would be a good idea to feed him, so we went out for pizza. My brother had left the car seat with me, so with Sam in the back seat in his booster seat, I drove us to the pizza place.
I had decided we were going out for pizza well before they even got here – which Sam applauded. I mean, that’s what you do for dinner with a 7-year-old, right? And as soon as it was time to think about dinner, I started worrying. He was going to be in my car, my responsibility. What if I made some mistake? Or what if a tire blew out, or another car slammed into us? He could be hurt!
If I could have, I’d have ordered in. That’s how much I did not want to take that chance. For some reason, it wasn’t until that day that it hit me: How do parents do it?! How do they deal with this fear all the time? I guess maybe you relax after a while just because you’ve seen it hasn’t happened so far and because you just can’t live with the level of fear all the time. But seriously, I don’t know how they do it.