|Get well soon Kat!|
The moment I’ve been dreading since Isaiah started driving has arrived...his first accident!
First off, no one was injured! My son & the guardrail he kissed with my car are fine. My Nissan Murano which I named Kat, however, has dents, scratches, and club foot tire. (I am currently praying that Kat's suspension system isn't totally damaged or too expensive to fix.)
I'm not going to lie here, after learning that Isaiah was okay, listened to what happened, and saw my vehicle I did yell at him. Why? Well, lets just say like most adult teens, mine has a hard head. Swears up & down that any worries I have concerning his safety will NEVER happen to him. Each time I stress any concerns all I ever hear is: "Mom, you worry too much. Like that's really going to happen." So, I know that on Monday when I said: "Isaiah be extra careful. The roads are still a bit icy" before he left for his dentist appointment my words fell on deaf ears. Ten minutes later, after leaving the house Isaiah returns, and yells: "Mom! I need you to come downstairs!" Once I came downstairs, Isaiah proceeded to tell me that he'd crashed into a guardrail not far from our house. Then after I learned the exact location of the accident I knew what had occurred. As soon as you exit our housing development the drive to the main road is a little curvy. In bad weather such as on Monday one needs to take precaution because the bends tend to be slick. It's hard for the sunlight to melt the ice on the road leading to/from my house because of the many trees preventing the sun from shining through. My son being who he is, did not take heed to my words & while bopping to music, I know went barreling down the hill (speeding) the way he does when no one's around. Hit a slick spot, and...SLAMCRASHSKREEEEECH! This is why I yelled at him. In turn Kat was scratched up with small dents starting from her butt (bumper) leading to the front of her bosom (bumper.) Her driver's side foot (tire) turned outward while in a straight position, which made her unable to drive. I don't even know how he drove her back to the house.
I do partially blame myself. Even though it was late in the afternoon & the ice on the roads had melted except for a few slick spots, I should not have allowed him to drive. As parents, no matter how much we preach and teach or how many hours of Driver’s Ed are under our teen’s belt, they simply do not have the experience that adults have. Mistakes will happen. Some preventable, some not. Isaiah' irresponsibility will not go without consequences however. Driving restrictions have been imposed! Not driving for a period of time & the shake up from the accident hopefully will deem to be a teachable lesson. Sigh...growing pains can really be expensive. Can I reverse time & get the toddler stage back...please? Back then the most that got broken was a toy, and the most I had to worry about was him catching some germ & getting sick.
All in all...on the real, I thank God that he's okay. Things could have been much worse. Cars are fixable and or replaceable, financial plans can be adjusted, insurance is there for a reason, but a child is impossible to replace.
Until, next time...peace & blessings ♥
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|The guardrail & road|
|Kat's scrapes, dents & club foot (tire)|