What sobers you?
May 7, 2018

When Katie was five she boarded a bus to kindergarten for the first time. I’d made the most of her preschool years, but nothing could’ve prepared me for the hole inside where my stomach used to be. I was sick with grief.

“On my watch, no harm comes,” the driver reassured Darrell and me. I knew Katie would be safe. I just wouldn’t be the one keeping her that way.

Not only that, but no one could keep her safe forever. Not her parents, and not the bus driver. Someday, very soon it felt like, she’d be making her own decisions and I’d be no more in charge of those than someone in the audience is in charge of a movie.

Is this what it means to have grown up? My little girl’s safety mattered more than my next breath, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.

Life is so sweet and scary.