Kids are Terrifying
Little children have always terrified me. Yes, I have 3 grown children and 9 grandchildren, and I know that sounds crazy, but this is why I never taught elementary or younger children if I could help it. You never know when they might do something crazy and die. They might drink bleach or fall out of a tree, or run in front of a passing truck, or pick up a poisonous snake. One negative aspect of having an artist’s imagination is that I can imagine all kinds of terrible things happening. Add that to losing my 20-year-old brother to a rare form of lung cancer, and later losing my dad because of a car wreck, and well, I am terrified of a lot of things. When each of my children reached 18, I was relieved that at least they had lived to adulthood under my watch, and now it was up to them to keep themselves alive.
As I continued reading my journal from Mozambique, I realized that something else scary happened on the same trip out of town when we lost the tire on the car, and the Hulsey family had to drive us around. (You can read that story here.)
After losing the tire, we stayed at a hotel in Nelspruit, South Africa, for a couple of days while the men tried to get the car repaired. The hotels in Nelspruit are clean and comfortable, and I was enjoying having carpet, a bathtub, and tiled floors—things I had taken for granted in the US, but did not have in my house in Maputo, Mozambique.
One morning at the hotel, Aleta Hulsey and I thought we would let the little ones, her nearly 4-year-old Zach and my barely 3-year-old Hannah, play in the little swimming pool in the hotel lobby. It was such a small pool that we thought the kids could play around the edges and be fine, so we didn’t plan to get in with them. We ladies were talking, and then Aleta stopped short and motioned toward the pool. Hannah was floating in the deep end of the pool! I dived in, fully clothed, and rescued her, of course, but good grief! Little kids are really scary, always trying to get themselves killed or drowned or something stressful like that!
I went dripping back to my hotel room, kind of embarrassed, and yes, thankful that I didn’t lose a child in addition to losing a tire off the car on that first trip to Nelspruit.
God rescues us and our children from disaster so often, and I tend to take it for granted. Just the other night I lost track of my one-year-old granddaughter for a minute, but we soon found her sitting in the bathroom, holding my toothbrush in one hand and my razor in the other. Kids are terrifying—and so precious.