A few months ago, my family and I attended a party at a friend’s house. They have a nice house with a big swimming pool, and it was a hot, sunny day. My younger son has always been curious and adventurous, so we were watching him closely so he wouldn’t jump into the water. Our older one is a little bit more cautious, and I knew that he wouldn’t venture into the water on his own. He was just staying at the pool side, enjoying picking up toys from the water and throwing them back into the water again.
After we enjoyed good food and socializing for a while, we’ve decided to leave the party. I remember looking at my older son, telling him that it’s time to go. When he heard us, he put down the toys he had in his hands and was about to come to us, then he stepped on something at the pool side and fell into the water. For a second, I didn’t know what has happened but I remember screaming at the same time. Strangely, I also remember looking at my son, just floating in the pool, with his face down on the water, without moving at all. It must have been just a few seconds – the next thing I knew, my husband jumped into the water and pulled him up from the water, and he started crying as if he just woke up. Both my husband and my son were soaking wet, someone got us two big towels and we started drying my son, and trying to calm him down. My husband had his keys, wallet and cell phone on him when he jumped into the water. In retrospect, he said that it would have been nice if he had taken them off from his pocket before jumping into the water – but at least his iPod was safe in the car, and needless to say, we were so glad that my son didn’t drown.
This kind of event helps us realize what is most important to us in our lives. Sure, it would have been nice if we could have saved his cell phone as well, but it’s just a thing and it is replaceable. My husband just jumped into the water instinctively to save him. I am almost certain that every family experiences their share of events of this nature, where their children get hurt or fall sick, with varying degree of seriousness. When that happens, we are thankful that nothing seriously bad happened and then go on about our lives, sometimes forgetting that it ever happened as the time goes by. These days, he is a full blown 3 year old boy who is full of energy and appears to be getting into everything he can lay his hands on, and we sometimes let him get under our skins or push our buttons. But when I think that he could have seriously injured himself or worse, died, had we not been watching him falling into the water – the thought still gives me the chills, and this memory put things into perspective. No matter how things seem to get tough, frustrating or exhausting, there will always be tomorrow to create new memories, as long as we are still alive.