No Concern of Danger


I’m sitting at a friend’s house, at a Superbowl party.  The game is on but, like most people at Superbowl parties, I’m not really watching it.  Like most people, I come for the queso and stay for the deep fat fried turkey.  Everywhere I look are close friends, good acquaintances and strangers who, judging by their honest faces, have the strong potential to someday be either.

The man next to me, Curtis, is one of my closest friends and is currently holding my youngest daughter on his lap, letting her spittle and saliva run over his thumb and down the back of his hand.  This is the sign of true friendship.  At my feet his daughter, three, plays with my twins, also three.  I am grateful to avert my eyes from The Big Game to focus instead on their little one.  Rory picks up a green truck and begins to slowly push it across the polished wooden floor, making noises that sound like the imaginary driver is grinding the imaginary clutch.  I slide off the couch, reach forward, grab him by the foot and pull him to me.  He squirms and laughs and fights me off and says, “NO!” but I say, “Play with me!” and I take the green car and he crawls away.  I roll it across the ground and Rory retrieves it for me.  I give him a hug and kiss him on the cheek and say, “Thanks for bringing this back.  I love you…” and he wipes off my kiss and runs away.


Later, I’m standing outside as our host lowers a turkey into a deep fat fryer.  The oil rises, the turkey sizzles and the smell of cooking bird immediately fills the air.  The Host clinks his beer against my coffee cup and says, “I hope I don’t burn my house down,” and I silently nod in agreement.  The front door opens and Rory pokes his head out, looking from side to side.  He lays eyes upon me and says, “Daaaaaaad?” and I say, “Yes, Rory?”  He walks out the door, leaving it hanging open, walks down the steps, makes his way across the driveway, approaches me, standing toe to toe with my person, looks up into my face and says, “I want a cupcake.”

A reasonable request.  I say, “Okay… let’s go get you one.”  He leads me back across the driveway, up the steps, through the door, past the TV, to the table and points at a tray of frosted pastries.  He says, “That one.  The green one.”  I grab it, put it on a plate and, just as I’m getting ready to cut it up for him he says, “No… I can do it.  I can eat it.  By myself.”

He’s growing up and it pains me.

Sitting down on the floor I convince him to let me hold the cupcake and feed him because it’s so messy.  When we’re finished, his lips, chin, teeth, fingers and hands are covered with green frosting.  Without thinking he wipes his face on his shirt and asks for another cupcake, a request which I deny.  Instead I take him into the kitchen where I begin to press a wet a paper towel against his face and hands.

How much longer will this be acceptable?  When will he push me away, embarrassed?


The game ends and the slow murmur and shuffle of people gathering their items begins; jackets, car seats, tupperware, car keys.  My wife puts shoes on the kids and packs Bryce away while I wander through the house aimlessly, saying needless good-byes to people.  We both thank our friends for hosting the party and then walk out the door, into the light drizzle.  In my right hand I carry Bryce’s car seat and in my left hand, Rory and I grip each other tightly.

Having to have parked on the street, we make the long walk down the driveway of the gated community, through the gate, and into the wet street, the neighborhood being one of these places that simply doesn’t have sidewalks.  The van is about a block and a half up and the street is fairly isolated so there is no concern of danger.

The group of us walk and talk and we praise the children for playing nicely and for sharing and for being so good.  We walk and talk and say that we had so much fun.  We walk and talk and I turn around and say, “Here comes a car,” and all of us push to the side of the road until it passes.  We continue to move towards our car, twenty feet away, so close, which is nice because I’m starting to feel the weight of the baby seat on my right arm.

Rory begins pulling at my hand and I say, “Rory, we’re walking in the street.  You need to hang onto Daddy’s hand,” and he says, “I don’t want to!” and I say, “You have to,” and I say, “We’re almost to the car,” and then I turn around and see another automobile coming towards us.  I holler behind me, to Jade, and say, “Another car, step aside,” and we push ourselves towards the side of the road, in between two parked cars.

Rory tries letting go of me again and I say, “Rory, stop it,” because now he’s just being naughty and he knows that he needs to hold my hand.  He jerks once, twice and then screams, leaning backwards.  I say, “Rory.  Rory!  RORY!” and then he gives one final scream and then everything else happens fast.  Too fast.

Rory jerks his hand free from mine and I feel him slide out of my grip.  His little body stumbles backwards, foot behind foot.  The dark road suddenly goes bright with headlights and I cry out and Jade shouts, “RORY!”  He takes two more steps, out past the parked cars, into the street, and my stomach turns into a knot.  I reach out but he’s gone, too far away.  I drop Bryce and try to move but I know I can’t make it in time.  He steps on his shoelace and his body tumbles to the ground.  The car – a large black SUV – comes up on him and my breath catches in my throat.

Rory shuts his eyes and I want to but can’t.

The SUV blasts past him no more than a few feet away.  If he hadn’t stepped on his shoelaces… if if if… the possibility hangs in the air like a vampire.

I take three large steps towards my son, grab him by the collar and lift him into the air, his feet dangling, and I forcibly drag him back to the curb while he still, to my great amazement, continues to attempt to pull out of my grasp.  I drop him on the hard concrete, squat down, grab his face in my hands and squeeze his cheeks so he can’t look away from me.  I say, in the absolute angriest tone I can fathom, “Rory!  You do NOT let go of Daddy’s hand when we’re in the street!  You were almost run over and KILLED by the car.  That car almost RAN YOU OVER.  You almost DIED.  You do not ever, ever, EVER let go of my hand EVER AGAIN.  Do you understand me?!” and, instead of confirming with me he simply begins to scream and pull at my hand saying, “LET GO OF ME!  LET GO OF ME!”

I grab Bryce and begin to march to our van at double speed, dragging him behind me, scared, angry, furious.  I open the back door and say, “Get in your seat,” and, instead of listening, he says, “NO!” and so I pick him up, throw him into the car, crawl in after him, pick him up and throw him into his car seat.  He screams, demands candy, which totally baffles me, throws his hands in the air and screams again.  I thrust his arms through the straps of the car seat and say, “Candy?  Candy!?  You’re not getting candy!” while in my head I’m just thinking, “Thank you God thank you God thank you God that I get to buckle him in tonight kicking and scream I love him I love him I love him…

On the way home all I can think about are small coffins and cemeteries that I can’t bring myself to leave.

I almost lost him.

I could never forgive myself.

We get home and I put pajamas on Rory, put him to bed, kneel down next to him and whisper prayers in his ear, prayers that only he can hear.  I say, “Dear God, thank you for Rory, thank you for giving him to me, thank you for protecting him tonight.  Thank you for everyday I have with him.  Thank you for blessing me with another night with this beautiful little boy,” and I pull back and I look upon his face and I see him in a new light.  I see how blue his eyes are.  I see the swirls of designs in them.  I see how little and how white his teeth are.  I see the perfect gaps between them.  I see his blonde hair, pieces sticking up in the back, his little fingers poke over the blanket and I see that his fingernails are filthy with perfect dirt.

Everyday with my children is a beautiful gift that makes me sick with despair and anxiety.


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94 thoughts on “No Concern of Danger

  1. cassidy4life says:

    … this must be how my mom feels when i was little used to get into cars with, thankfully nice, strangers. oops

  2. writerx9 says:

    I don’t have any children of my own but I can just imagine what it feels like. I don’t know what I would do if this happened to my best friend let alone my child.

  3. Wow! Simply wow… can’t imagine what you must have gone through. Glad Rory is safe 🙂 and nice descriptive writing it made me think I was there watching it unfold.

  4. iriscrockett says:

    I loved reading this and appreciated your honesty of your emotions!

  5. Incredible! I was extremely moved by your story; thanks for sharing.

  6. kstegs1 says:

    Jeez!!! What a cliff hanger!! You have some amazing pics in this entry! I live the one of your son “flying” at the playground!

  7. My heart was in my lap. Thank God for Rory. Awwwww, what a story. As a mother of four, I felt every word. Kudos to you for sharing your story so eloquently, i imagine it couldn’t have been easy. But thank God for Rory.
    Be blessed

  8. incaunipocrit says:

    Reblogged this on The International Blogspaper.

  9. judahtman says:

    Wow…I felt your fear and anxiety even being someone who does not have children I felt it…that is great writing. I’m thankful God protected your Rory. 🙂

  10. I used to look at those people who use “child leashes” and think, how sad. And yet, when I hear a story like yours where you almost lost your child to a horrible car accident, I re-think that “how sad” of the child leash and I remember, we live in a different world today, with different risks and different bits of technology. Glad your child survived what might have been a horrible accident. . So very glad that your child escaped that car. .


  11. Thank God your son is alright. Thank you for sharing this wonderfully written story,

  12. Titanimom says:

    I can feel this story right along with you as told from the perspective of a parent. Heart pounding and all. Most of us have had that feeling at least once. So very relatable! Very happy to read it has a beautiful ending. ENJOY your little man!

  13. cs8o says:

    Praise God in good and bad, Amen! You’re an awesome Daddy:)

  14. th1sl1f3 says:

    Simply… Wow. I’ve been feeling so very selfish lately, and you have put a glimmer of thankfulness back into my spirit this day. Thank you for that. Thank you. Enjoy your children. They grow up so very fast. I’m in the beginning phases of the Empty Nest. And after reading this, I am so very thankful. In all things. 🙂 Thank you!

  15. Genuinely almost cried.

  16. intotheheartofme says:

    “Everyday with my children is a beautiful gift that makes me sick with despair and anxiety.” – this is one of the most perfect parenting descriptions I’ve ever read. My twins came three months early and scared the bejesus out of me – sometimes in the most frustrating times I close my eyes and see them as tiny fighters, and that jerks me back into perspective.

  17. Cesar Guevara says:

    beautiful post, glad Rory is ok and safe.

  18. alexagarcia55 says:

    This is so sad! It is very well written though! Good job

  19. alexagarcia55 says:

    Glad he’s safe

  20. rmaher28 says:

    So glad he is safe, its a horrible feeling when a blink of an eye could change your world.

  21. Wow! I’ve been there. When my youngest was a month shy of 4, he ran out into the street and got hit by a car. They never stopped, but thankfully he ended up being ok. He had a concussion, road rash and some bumps and bruises and recovered quickly but I vividly remember that ambulance ride and the fear that came with it. Thank God your son wasn’t hurt!

  22. heididiamond says:

    I have a three year old son who squirms like that in parking lots–I have never had such a close call, though–I feel the heartache of the “what could have been” I am glad he is safe.

  23. Deanna Herrmann says:

    Wow. I was in tears as you totally brought me with you on such an emotional ride. I’m so glad he’s ok.

  24. mrsmama0912 says:

    Very scary indeed ! I have three children, two which are small and this is every parents worst fear. Thank The Lord to this did not end in tragedy for your family And also a lesson in counting our blessings everyday

  25. xxamberlynn says:

    WOW. Thank God, God was looking over your little boy. Your writing is absolutely amazing by the way. I was completely hooked to see if your little boy would be okay.

    • Thank you so much, Amber! I appreciate your reading this! And yes, not a day has gone by since last Sunday wherein I haven’t wondered what the house would be like today had things gone two feet differently.

  26. iamgraceho says:

    This made me cry. Thank God for this miracle! I ran in front of a car once too when I was younger, my parents were watching and couldn’t reach me in time to grab me. The car beeped its horn and thankfully, the car and myself just stopped in time. Thanks for sharing this. Reminds us what’s important in life. g x

  27. So happy and relieved that the story ended in the way that it did. How many times have our kids almost caused our demise (heart attack) from something that they did that almost caused theirs? When my daughter was in her tweens she had been playing with a ring in her mouth and we kept telling her to get it out of her mouth or she could choke on it! So we went up stairs (me before my husband) and as he goes to head up when he hears her choking! So he rushes to her and does the Heimlich. I can hear him yelling and a very odd noise, cross between moaning and retching and I know immediately that she is choking on that damn ring! Just as I hit the living room she spits it back up, takes a breath and starts laughing. Kids, they are greatly over-rated!

  28. haridasgowra says:

    very naughty but cute!
    i loved that last 1[….] fan of your smile da kutty!

  29. very well work done…keep going…i liked it…its nice…as am a new blogger in this world and i wrote just 1 blog (story) ( and unable to find my viewer as like you, can u please help me by reading my 1st blog what wrong with my writing…is really something wrong with my writing or am just expecting too early…your helpful comments will really inspire me… and please follow me…

  30. lostlilies12 says:

    Ive had this happen far to many times. We live in the country so when we hit the city streets my 3yo just doesnt get it. So glad your little guy is ok.

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