Sometimes, I get a little too caught up in the unimportant stuff.
Yesterday, was a sobering reminder of that.
The car literally came out of nowhere. Darting across two lanes of afternoon school traffic. That oncoming traffic, would be me, carrying my three little ones home. I slammed on my breaks, did everything possible to avoid it, swerved, but it was just too close. We were hurtled into the median and the other side of the road. I stopped just short of oncoming traffic.
The kids all immediately burst into terrified tears. That’s what made it the worst. The fear that they were seriously hurt, and making sure they were all okay. I could smell something starting to burn, and I realized I needed to cut the engine. It was all a flurry of panicked, random thoughts, like “Why are the windshield wipers on?” and “How did Malone’s pacie get under the gas pedal?” While I fished my phone out from under my feet and dialed 911.
That’s when at least fifteen different people literally vaporized out of nowhere, to help us. They rushed to our side like angels…I still think a few of them may have been…they stopped the steady line of traffic, and a few of the largest men I have ever seen, literally pulled my children out of their car seats, and carried them across the road. I didn’t even get a chance to say thank you. They had no idea who we were. But they wanted to help us. That affected me in a way that words cannot describe.
It all happened SO. FAST. Right now, its on an endless loop in my head. Another inch here, a subtle second there…It’s a little terrifying how truly temporary we all really are.
The other driver was fine, and apologized profusely. I’m just glad everyone was okay. I’m pretty sure our car is totaled. My mind jumped from making sure the kids were okay to the sad realization that, we were so close to paying it off. I had to remind myself it really doesn’t matter. Stuff happens. And sometimes it sucks.
Tonight, when our sweet babies splashed too much in the tub, it didn’t bother me like it usually does. When they yelled a little too loud with their “outside voices” I was glad they were playing. And when I kissed them goodnight…I breathed them in, deeply. And then asked for one more kiss.
We all have so much to be thankful for.