Leashes are for Dogs

The Next Family

By Brandy Black

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I judge.  I don’t mean to, I don’t want to, I swear I won’t but I judge.  When I see a mom walking down the street with their child attached to a leash, I judge.  But if I have learned one thing from parenting, it is that the minute I started feeling high and mighty, I fall, it’s inevitable.  I broke down and bought back packs with leashes attached for our twins.  My wife fought me all the way through the purchase but the fact is, safety is my priority.  I had no idea how hard it would be to keep track of two 17-month-old toddlers in a public place.  We were at The Grove this weekend and I could not take my eyes off our son, he would zip around so fast and of course his twin sister running the opposite direction.  Having three kids makes it next to impossible to ensure that they stay by your side.  So, I did it. I sometimes get brave and decide to take all three to the park alone and a few minutes in I wonder how I’m going to get the hell out of there.  I begin to notice all of the unsafe playground equipment and the potential for falls. When I asked Susan about how she handles it she said “you just have to infer that they are going to be safe or that if they fall it won’t be that bad.” And that is where we differ. I can’t handle the notion of my kids being unsafe on my watch.  I worry all the time.  I’ve always been a worrier, I convince myself that worrying will make me more vigilant so I can’t seem to let it go.  My wife doesn’t worry much from what I can tell.  I’m envious that she can live in that state.  What must that be like?  No wonder she falls asleep the second her head hits the pillow.

So the leashes hang on their cute little hooks by the front door, waiting to keep our children safe one day soon.

 

 

 

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