16:20 | Posted by The Queen Father | | Edit Post
I just had a rather sad conversation with my mum, she was informing me of this shocking case in Italy.
Father forgets to drop his 22 month-old daughter to nursery on his way to work. She falls asleep at the back of his car (like many toddlers do...). He drives on, immersed in his everyday thoughts and totally forgets to do it, assuming he'd already done it and drives to work. He parks the car, it's a very hot day, he locks the doors and makes his way inside the University where he teaches Veterinarian Surgery. Like every day.
Five hours later, upon returning to the car, the tragedy unfolds. Little Elena is fighting for her life, she is in a coma, induced by the overheated car and dehydration. Elena loses her battle to survive after three days and her organs are harvested and used to save more lives.
No verdict has yet been pronounced.
Somebody is calling for manslaughter.
Somebody else is calling for child abandonment.
The poor man's wife, eight months pregnant with the couple's second child, is defending her husband in front of a shocked country. Holding back the tears she said "He is a wonderful husband and father. He took a lot of responsibility to allow me to stay home and rest... Elena was his life and she adored him. This could've happened to anyone...".
This little girl is not the victim of a neglectful parent, she is a casualty of the fast-paced, mechanical lives we live.
Actions repeated every day that overlap each other, actions repeated by default, without thinking, as the mind is busy worrying about those bills to pay, that much-needed pay-rise, that weekend seemingly so distant, that holiday we all need but can't afford, that school so expensive, those files still on the desk, that deadline that needs to be met no matter what.
I thought about my situation.
Since having Gabriel, I find myself double checking the stupidest things... Have I locked the car? Have I closed that window?
In all my worry to forget something, it turns out that more often than not I do indeed forget, and I find my car unlocked (luckily untouched...), the window open and a puddle of water on the floor, where rain has come in.
I forget to feed the cats, I go food shopping especially to buy something, and come back home with everything but what I went out to buy.
I am a stay-at-home parent, my patner travels a lot for work and my focus is all on my son, so everything else fades into grey sometimes.
Luckily, this is the extent of my absent-mindedness, and the most it will ever cause is a couple of slimmer cats and a water-stain on my wooden floor....
But what would happen if, together with a son, I had to deal with the pressures of a full-time job, daycare timetables, a partner that cannot help because of his health and the entire weight of my family's welfare on my shoulders?
I am not that optimistic.
Of course, I would be just like any other parent juggling work and parental duties and until something goes off silently in the head and tragedy strikes, I won't stop to think about what kind of life I live, dragging everything around with me, pushing, pulling, stopping, starting.
It's an atrocious turn of events, little Elena died as a casualty of the daily rat-race. My point is, this could really have happened to anyone.
I could've buckled under pressure. I am not made of stone, although it's my duty to make my son believe that I am, that I can take it all, that I am the safety net that will always stop him from falling....
In today's society, if you can't do it all, you are a failure. But it's difficult to do it all on your own. Even more difficult is to stand back and realise that our main employers, the people that motivate us and push us to achieve and to strive, the people we really work for, it's them: our little ones.
I've never felt luckier to be a stay-at-home parent, my thoughts are with the other victim of this tragedy, that poor man, that will have to live with this for the rest of his life.
No verdict will ever be as atrocious as his situation...