I speak openly to my 6 year old and 2 1/2 year old about the power that we humans yield when behind a steering wheel. I often will say, look there goes someone who thinks they are in a big hurry.
But really they are not, will say my 6 year old.
Yep. They'd feel terrible if they hit someone and hurt them, I say back.
I believe humans are, for the most part, good.
When I walk my child to school and people, often moms, barrel by us in their vehicles I joke with my oldest, another mom in a minivan driving too fast.
I am planting a seed, I guess. It is important to me, just as football is to some people. Or the Red Sox is to my husband.
Yesterday my 2 1/2 year old stared at a badly wrecked car. Can they fix it he asked?
No, I said.
Who crashed it, he asked.
I didn't have that answer of course. He stared at the crunched metal and I stared at the back of his sweet head, again struck by the thought of all of us just zooming along, some at 80 MPH, others distracted, others just angry, some trying the best they can on poorly designed roads.
My goal is not too scare them but to inform them of the tremendous responsibility that will be passed on to them one day.