If I wasn't already a stickler for car seat safety, one who annoys her friends with blog posts about the topic and unsolicited recommendations and one who even writes the occasional letter to the editor on the matter, today would've made me a stickler. Friends: PLEASE keep your babies buckled snugly in their car seats and keep your toddlers rear facing for as long as you possibly can. Please don't text and drive, for Pete's sake don't email and drive, definitely don't change your pants while driving (I saw this happen once on I35, notevenkidding). Because you know what? Even when you're doing everything right driving-wise and nothing at all wrong, accidents happen. See?
That's my Tahoe. The one my kids and I were in this afternoon, minding our own business and heading home to play toys, taking a curve slowly and with both of my hands on the wheel (10 and 2, baby). And as we came around the curve, we got hit, hard. I'm not going to get into assigning blame, I'll just say it was totally the fault of the guy going a little too fast on a curve well known to be tricky to maneuver, and not the fault of the cautious mom mindful of her two tiny, irreplaceable littles in the back seat. So one minute it was a regular Monday where "bad day" meant I was annoyed that my husband forgot to take the garbage out and Bug wouldn't leave his pants on .... and the next, it was the kind of day that has me on my knees with thanks and puts regular old "bad days" into silly perspective. My only consolation in that hopelessly vulnerable split second as I gripped the wheel and braced for the crash was that we'd done all we could to keep those babies safe - safe seats, installed correctly, Miss V remaining rear facing past her first birthday (and now, probably until college), Mister A's straps tightened a little tighter than he'd like. They were protected and as safe as they could possibly be in a very unsafe situation. And my babies are fine. I'm fine. (The other driver is fine, too.) I'm shaky and achy and will be checking on the babies a few more times before bed and kissing their little foreheads in grateful relief .... but we're fine.
Thank God. We're fine.
And thank you, Chevrolet, for being a tank.