<p>When I think of all the “almosts” in my life as a parent, I am quite willing to forgive those hapless parents whose mistake cost them the life of their child. I remember the time that my h started to close the garage door on the baby’s bassinet… the time that he forgot to drop her off at camp and didn’t remember that she was in the car until they were almost across the GG Bridge and she spoke up… the several times that my son started to dart across the street and I just barely caught him… the time that I lost my d at the mall… Any of those times could have resulted in the child’s death if they had played out just a little differently. I like to believe that it I would never forget and leave my kid in the car, but in my heart I know that I am quite capable of doing something like that. Luckily I never did.</p>
<p>I read once that being a parent is the most stressful job we can do. The risk of making a mistake is high, and the consequences can be catastrophic. Maybe it was easier when we lived communally in caves and there were more eyes (and less driving around)?</p>