This week has been one emotional roller coaster for me. But hey, since 2020 has pretty much been the meanest year ever it decided why not give us one last bang, literally, to finish it off.
Many of my readers might already know my daughter was in a severe car accident this week. She was t-boned in an intersection by a large truck going at a high rate of speed. Thankfully my daughter was alone when it happened for there was no passenger side left to our truck.
I received a call from a man notifying me that my daughter had been involved in an accident. I have no idea who the man was but he was so calm I figured it must be a fender bender and my daughter was afraid to talk to me.
I drove to the street address given, reminding myself the entire time to stay calm and not yell at her. A good mommy would wait to give her a stern talking to after I’d dealt with the fall out of her probably being a distracted teenager.
All thoughts of calm whooshed out the window when I turned onto the street and saw all the flashing lights of police vehicles and two ambulances. Out of my mind, I parked the car and ran across the street, giving very little thought to other moving vehicles. I couldn’t see my daughter for all the smashed glass and metal.
Calling her name, I shrugged off a police officer who tried to stop me. I had to know if she was still alive. And in that moment I realized no matter how difficult she can sometimes be, I desperately wanted her alive and talking back to me. Thankfully, my wish was granted. Some might think that makes me a masochist–I mean nobody can drive a stake through your heart with their words better than your own teenager–but they’re yours. It’s a weird relationship for sure. They drive us crazy but, when push comes to shove, a mom will give anything to always have that crazy with them.