And now I feel like the crappest mum in the world.
I know being there wouldn't have made a lick of difference (well, I would have insisted on a helmet!), but when she told me that she was crying for me and I didn't come it was like a pummel to the gut. I know accidents happen, and I can't protect her every single second of every single minute of every single day, but it still felt so inherently, so instinctively wrong not to be there to cuddle her and wipe the tears away.
I sometimes wonder what would happen if you could bottle the worry, the anxiety, the stress of parenting in a vial and hand it over as a contraceptive. Me thinks the tumult of emotions would result in one heck of a lowered birth rate! Thank goodness, then, that the love, the pride, the joy overpowers everything.