Oregonian mother, housewife. full of love, laughter and heartache. inspired by music, art and my daughter-my world.
scary shit
as i was driving out of my apartments this afternoon a little boy, no more than 3 years old, comes trotting across the street. i slow my car and wait about 3 seconds before i realize there is no one coming after this little boy. i throw the car in park, hop out of my car while he’s walked out to the middle of the street, he’s totally calm and just standing there. i scoop him up and turn around to get him out of the road and his mom is running about a block and a half away down the street. this whole moment lasted about.. 10 seconds, but god it scared me! when i handed him over to his mom, who was shaking and about to fall to pieces. i got in my car and about fell to pieces too!! that poor baby could have been run over. it just shook me up a bit.
