Most terrifying thing about becoming a parent, as raising just how little of a clue my own parents must have had to start with. I mean, all that time I was feeling safe and really, is a marvel we didn’t all die in a bath tub fire event!
Great observation. I always wondered how it was so easy for my parents until I realized no, it wasn’t. I always felt that if the house were to burn down I would be safe. Never thought twice about it, totally took them for granted.
I’d like to think that’s what good parents do though, make the kids feel safe and protected. Hopefully it means yours were good ones :)
Edit: “good parents” not “foods parents” dyac!