It was a typical day. My "something-month" old daughter and I were at home while Dustin was at work. It was bath time for my little one, so I turned on the water in the bathtub while I gathered up the soap, towels and, of course, my baby.
I gently began putting my daughter in the water. Her back touched what was in the tub and the water that was still running from the faucet. All of the sudden, she screamed. It was a scream I had never heard before. It was loud and I could tell by the look on her face she was frightened and in pain.
I quickly lifted her from the tub. I looked at the faucet and realized I had forgotten to check the water. The water that touched my child's body was hot. Extremely hot.
I wrapped a towel around my daughter's shaking body. Despite what I had just done, all she wanted was for me to hold her. I held on tight to my little one, holding back my tears and being so grateful that she was not more seriously harmed. By this time, I'd noticed her back was free from any burn mark.
We skipped the bath that day.
I'll never forget the sound of my sweet daughter's voice and the look of terror on her little face. I felt like not only a horrible mother, but a horrible person in that moment.
But, at the same time, I felt grateful that in her moment of need and fear, my daughter held onto me with all her might. I knew that day that she trusted me and knew I would care for her.
As my daughter grows and matures and ventures off on her own, I hope she will always remember that I am here for her. I hope she knows that she can hold onto me when she is frightened or sad.
I'm not exactly sure how to make sure she knows I'm always here for her other than just always being there for her. So, hopefully that works.
I am so grateful to be a mother.