It’s coming up – July 7th – the day, a year ago, on which Taylor all but cut off the tip of her pinky…
This month, 11 months later, I finally bought another pair of pruning sheers. And boy did I have some talks about those things – when I brought them home and again when I used them for the first time: “These are very sharp. You may never touch them. If you see them do not touch them. You may not help mama by using these.”
I even bought an apron to wear when I’m using them so I don’t inadvertently put them on the ground and turn my back – now, they’re always on me if I have them out, and on an inaccessible shelf any other time. I want to eliminate all chances of an accident happening again. I want to protect my children as much as I can.
Pruning shears aren’t the only thing I worry about. I find myself praying this kind of thing for my kids:
“Please, Lord, keep them safe, don’t let them get hurt or sick… Protect them from unkind people and tragedy…”
Once in a while I even think, “We’ve made it this far… maybe we’re safe from something really bad happening…”
But the reality is we will not always be able to shield our children. Not at age 3 or 29 or 52.
Here are a few thoughts I’ve been mulling over when it comes to protecting my kids: