There is this horrid sense of a dread that one feels as a mother when they realize their child may be put into a potentially dangerous situation, even before it happens.
Like when someone offers to take your child into the pool for the first time.
Or when they suggest feeding them a common allergen for the first time like peanuts or shellfish.
Or just thinking about the risk that someone might thoughtlessly step away from our child in a cart in the supermarket for just a few moments to pick out milk because god forbid someone with horrible intentions notice the small, defenseless baby is unattended.
They’re not always rational. Most of them aren’t high risk.
But I’ve never even had the opportunity to worry about such things.
Trivialities, really, in the schem
