How Far is Too Far?
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Last Sunday a friend was making the rounds
Picking up food and cash donations for Haiti.
I had agreed to donate both.
Suddenly I realized that I was home alone
With a puke prone boy and a baby girl,
A bare cupboard and an empty wallet.
I’d forgotten about Ed’s morning commitment and my own commitment to donate.
Until it was too late.
Miraculously, I did manage to extract a bag of rice, dried beans, lentils, tuna, tomatoes, and mixed fruit from my cupboards.
But the wallet wasn’t coughing anything up.
So I left Colum at home and took Irene to the bank.
Of course, we do live above a store
With a bank machine only four doors away.
We were gone for less than five minutes.
Many people have garages that are further away from their children’s bedrooms.
Don’t tell me they don’t run down to grab something from the garage.
Still.
Colum was standing at the top of the stairs when we got back.
He did not want to be left alone.
This post was inspired by Her Bad Mother’s admission to having left her sick four year old alone for a few minutes. (Which was, in turn, prompted by Anna Kournikova’s mother being charged with child neglect for leaving her five year old unattended.) I wouldn’t make a habit of running downstairs to take care of some errand or other, but I also stand by my decision in a pinch. What do you think?
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