Today I'm teaching Colson about dialing 911 in an emergency. We talked about how we use 911 to call for help when someone's hurt or there are bad guys or fires. I'm relieved that we're at this point (hopefully) now. I worry a lot that I'll crack my head open or something and my kids will have to fend for themselves as I slowly bleed to death until Danny comes home.
Anyhow, paranoia aside, Colson was pretty upset at the thought of me potentially getting hurt or bad guys coming. The fire scenario she was okay with. She went into minor hysterics saying that she "just wants to stay home forever and never be around mean people and no one will hurt me." This is when I tried to calm her by saying that it might be me that gets hurt and I would need her to be the big girl and help. Then, "I don't want that to happen!! Don't get hurt!" And also, "I don't want to learn bad things. I just want to learn good things like school!"
After she calmed down she did really well dialing the numbers and understanding not to press the green button unless there is a real emergency, that we were just pretending for practice. I wish, as I'm sure all parents do, that I could promise her that she would never be around mean people and no one would ever hurt her and that I would be always okay and in control. Heavy things...In the meantime, I will just focus on the hope I have that she won't call 911 the next time I stub my toe. Or that if I do crack my head open she won't dial a bunch of 2's. It's her favourite.
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