It's sad how, at times, it takes a less-than-pleasant situation to remind us of just how blessed we are.
Yesterday, Atticus and I were in a car accident. We are both fine, thank the Lord, but I am quite sore today and feel shaken by the whole thing. Atticus insists he feels fine, which I don't doubt, as his little body is much more rubbery and bendable than mine.
I had picked up my little guy from a friend's house, way across town. The weather was absolutely horrid--very snowy, slippery, poor visibility and windy. The highway was a disaster with cars in the ditches, so I chose to take the "slow" way through town to get us home safely.
For most of the way, I was driving safely behind a red minivan, which had a little tiny baby and two toddlers in the middle row. There was a Volkswagen behind me, staying at a very safe distance and traveling slowly. I felt quite safe there, ensconced between 2 "Mommy cars."
But, wouldn't you know it, some stupid teenage boy whipped into the space behind me and tailgated me. Of course, a short distance later a light turned red. I came to a slow, steady stop, leaving at least 2 car lengths in front of me. And the boy behind me decided to stop in a much shorter time/frame and distance.
Watching a car come careening up behind you, unable to stop, in your rear view mirror moments before the accident is an unpleasant thing. "Atticus, we're going to get hit, hold on," I told my little guy. My entire body tensed as I was watching both Atticus and the car in the rear view mirror.
Thank the Lord I left the space in front of me, because I didn't hit the gal in front of me with the infant and two toddlers.
"Cool! That was like bumper cars!" Atticus announced. He was fine, and not even shaken up. I'm glad that I had him in the car, as Hatfield would have been terrified and likely hysterical.
We pulled onto the less busy, but still well-travelled, side road. I immediately called the police (thank God I had the Mister's cell phone, as I don't have one for myself.) The kid got out to look at the damage while I was on the phone. When I got out, he said, "Why don't you give me your info so we can get out of here." I explained that I already called and was going to wait for the police. "This is my husband's company car, and we're required to have a police report."
The kid was not happy. I wasn't about to inspect damage under a snow covered bumper in a blizzard with busy traffic, so I went back to the van.
The office was super nice, very young (and cute! It's always a plus when a cute officer arrives) and came back twice to my van just to check on Atticus. He was so concerned that there was a child in my car.
Fortunately, the entire process did not take long and we were soon on our way again. Shaking, I drove home slowly. The Mister was so sweet and had ordered pizza so I didn't have to cook dinner. The kids all gave me huge hugs. Atticus took it all like a champ.
As part of my New Year's Resolution, I am also going to get off my "No Cell Phone" high horse and get one. That kid was so pissed that I had called the police that I doubt I would have been able to convince him to had I not had a phone available to me.
On this last day of our year, I am feeling SO thankful for my family's health and safety. And we're all wishing you and your family a very safe and healthy New Year!