Gwennan met her first fire fighters today. No fire, just a simple miscommunication that left Gwennan locked in the car. Not to worry, the engine was running and the AC was blowing.
I know all parents lock their kids in the car at some point, but it feels slightly panicky and traumatic nonetheless. Fortunately, the only thing running through my head was this clip from Modern Family:
Somehow, this clip brought me comfort as I pictured raising a trash can over my head and running toward the car screaming, "I'm coming for you!!!"
But really, it was one of those humbling moments when you're reminded of your fallibility as a parent and inability to keep your child safe. Kind of like the time I arrived home only to realize that I'd never actually strapped Gwennan into her car seat. God is so much bigger than my parenting skills, or lack thereof.
Still, now I want onStar with my next vehicle. It sure would be nice just to place a phone call and have the car unlock! Instead, we learned our lesson for 2 hours with a friend, a police officer, 3 fire fighters and a pop-a-lock guy.