Thoughtprints

A couple of months ago my daughter and her best friend, Tesla, babysat a little 3 year old boy for a friend of Tesla's Mom. When they came home afterward they were both exhausted and said they would not ever babysit for him again, stating that he was one of the naughtiest little kids they'd ever seen, and very difficult to control. So, they never did.

Today Tesla called Callie to tell her that the little boy wandered away from where he was playing outside with some friends and fell into an abandoned cistern and died. They are not releasing his name yet, pending the investigation, so I will not state it here, either, nor his mother's. There are many, many "why" questions to be asked, but now is not the time. None of us can know what that mother is going through unless we've walked in her shoes. At first when I heard what had happened, I said a lot of judgmental things, which I should not have done. Now is not the time to be placing blame or pointing fingers. That will come in time, if need be. Right now I just want to remember the little boy who was a handful for two teenage girls, and be thankful my daughter got to share a few hours of his precious life with him .... even if he was naughty.