Today I failed to protect my child. My motherly reach, which I've always believed to extend as far as B will ever go, came up short. In fact, it must have stopped just outside the gates of her school this morning. Where was I when she fell off the playground? Not there. And now the once whole and untouched, perfect little girl has been spoiled. A broken arm. Simply that. But so much more because suddenly everything is strange and backwards. And I'm sick. With regret and what-ifs. Sick with anger and frustration. And saddened, horribly, by the pained sobs of a tiny girl that I'm supposed to preserve.
Today I failed. But tomorrow is another day.