another letter to someone who won't care
another letter to someone who won't care
I'm feeling better today, thank you. A little pep talk from several people (ok, it was more like an intervention) and I came to the realization that I cannot control other people's actions. I am not responsible for their mistakes, their issues or their apathy. I am only responsible for myself and my own actions and if I could just let go of the notion that everything has to be done according to schedule and to deviate from that schedule would cause the planets to align in such a way that there would be tidal waves and earthquakes, if I could just let that part of me go, everything will be fine.
So, schedule deviated from. Armageddon did not occur. I bought myself three more days to get the project launched. Must combat urge to get back on schedule with heavy doses of Krispy Kreme glazed donuts.
Ok, on with the letter.
Dear Selfish, Lazy Parent,
I saw you yesterday. I pulled up next to you at a light and there you were, in your oversized Expedition, kids in tow. Cute kids. How old were they, ten and under maybe? They were all over the car, the boy in the back bouncing up and down furiously on the seat, the girl wedged between you and the little one in the front seat, trying to reach something on your console.
Do you feel safe in that Expedition? Does the illusion of having a fortress around you make you feel invincible? I've thought about it, but I just can't fathom any other reason that you would have those kids riding around unbuckled. You must think that you are safe from harm, right? That bad things can never happen to you.
How much do you love your children? I know, stupid question. You love them a whole lot, right? Then why? Why can you not take the ten second effort to make sure your kids are either in proper car/booster seats or strapped into seat belts?
Oh, and that charming little girl in the front seat. Cute smile. Too bad if your airbag went off she would probably be killed by it. I'm sure you read the papers and watch the news. Sometime in the past few years you must have read about the dangers of putting small children in front seat of cars with pasenger side airbags. You know that big yellow black and white sticker that came with your car, the one that says WARNING! and explains the dangers of air bags? Did you bother to read it?
I wonder what you are thinking as the two in the back, both of them young enough to still warrant car seats, are jumping around the car. I wonder if it ever occurs to you how selfish your inaction is. Nevermind that it's the law, and the law that says children of a certain age must be buckled up or in car seats carries a hefty fine. I'm sure that you, with your expensive car and fur coat and cell phone attitude wouldn't care abou a sillly fine. But think about how you would feel if you were in an accident. If the car rolled over or was hit broadside, or head on. I wonder how you would feel if your children were thrown from the car or through the windshield and you are lying there in a mess of broken glass and twisted metal and you hear a police officer sadly remarking that it's too bad the kids weren't in seat belts, they may have lived. How could you go through the rest of your life knowing that your laziness and apathy played a part in killing your own children?
Don't tell me I am exaggarating. Your type always does. You cite statistics and say that the claims of death and grave injury in these situations are blow out of proportion. I can tell you they are not. My brother in law has this job where he takes pictures of car accidents. I have lost count of the number of times he has witnessed an accident where there was unecessary injury or death to a child because that child was not strapped in.
How long does it take to snap a seat belt or put a kid in a car seat? How long will you drive around for thinking that you are invincible, that nothing bad will ever happen to you? I am apalled at the selfishness of parents like you. I hope you never have to realize the effects of that selfishness.
I'm done. Thank you.