Last week, I had a scare that could have ended very badly for my daughter.
It began like any other week. My partner had been away for most of the month, and inevitably, we were settling into a routine without him. Between school and various activities, the days zipped by. However, by evening, all three of us were feeling the strain. Around 6 p.m., our collective patience seemed to hit an all-time low. It was just after this time last Wednesday when I took the kids upstairs to prepare for their bedtime routine.
My daughter had complained of a stomach ache throughout the day, but she still seemed her usual cheerful self—playing and laughing. I knew she was tired, but it was still an hour and a half until her typical bedtime of 8 p.m. I ran her a bath, letting the tub fill, and left the room to get my son ready for his shower. This was a common practice; she was nearing four years old, and I felt more confident about leaving her alone for a few minutes. Plus, juggling both baths and showers at the end of a long day felt necessary, even if exhausting. I love my kids dearly, but I often find myself yearning for some quiet time on the couch after a hectic day. Bath time had become just another item on my to-do list, and I was beginning to rush through it.
So, I stepped away for just two minutes to get my five-year-old settled. As I heard the familiar ping of my phone, I noticed an email from a friend. There was no urgency in responding, yet for some inexplicable reason, I felt compelled to reply right away.
In those two minutes, I left my daughter alone in the tub.
On a typical night, this wouldn’t have posed a problem, but that night was different. She was exhausted, the water was warm, and she had dozed off—completely asleep. I returned just two minutes later, and by some miracle, she was sitting upright, leaning against the tub. But it wouldn’t have taken much longer—seconds maybe—before she could have slipped under the water. She could have drowned, and it would have been entirely my fault.
I panicked. I splashed water on her face, and while it took a moment for her to awaken, she was breathing and seemingly okay—just peacefully asleep. I lifted her out of the water and carried her to her room, staring at her small, wet form as she breathed softly. About 15 minutes later, she woke up, refreshed and ready to play, completely unaware of the danger that had almost unfolded.
I felt paralyzed with fear.
For some time now, I’ve sensed a growing struggle with my ability to focus on one task at a time. This isn’t just a personal issue; it reflects a wider cultural phenomenon. As a parent during the rapid rise of smartphones and tablets, I have lost the art of being present and focusing on a single task. It terrifies me. Just that night, my distraction could have cost everything. A mere two minutes could have changed our lives forever. I often find myself trying to cram so much into those fleeting moments.
We live in a society constantly urging us to maximize efficiency—fitting in homework, extracurricular activities, social media interactions, and more into each day. It feels like we’re multitasking ourselves into oblivion.
When we break down our daily lives into checklists of tasks, are we ever truly present? Our bodies may be in one space, while our minds and hearts wander elsewhere. This disconnection leaves us feeling unfulfilled. I’ve been living this way, but that night served as a wake-up call. I’ve resolved to prioritize less and focus more on the task at hand, even if it means it takes longer.
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In summary, my recent experience is a reminder of the importance of being present. It’s a call to slow down and focus on what truly matters, especially in a world that constantly pushes us to do more.