Last night on our way to Los Banos from Sta. Rosa, something Randy said made me feel that we have an even better chance to catch the thief who broke into our house. I immediately called up Dodong and instructed him to start checking a specific CCTV footage during the time of the burglary.
When we got home, our maid and houseboys (we hired more men) were all huddled in the TV area with Dodong, watching the CCTV footages. We joined in, and so did Raviv. Raviv was with us as we realized that there was not one but actually two thieves who broke in. And we also realized that on that fateful night our gate was left unlocked (Dodong obviously got mad because he religiously locks the gate—but during that night he was in Sta. Rosa and no one bothered to lock the gate anymore. Grrr!) and we saw how the thieves just pushed the gate open. Raviv was also there when Dodong told me that a few “nights” (around 1 a.m.) ago one of our houseboys saw two men peeking into our yard from the gate, and when he approached the men they said, “May tao!” and ran away.
As I was putting Raviv to sleep, he started asking about the thieves. “Nanay, why are the police slow in catching the thieves?” I forgot how I answered, but I did. Then, “Nanay, why did we leave the gate open?” I answered truthfully, that Kuya Joenard forgot to. I told him to sleep already. But, “Nanay, what if the thieves come back again?” Randy said that if the thieves do we will be able to catch them, because we already have someone guarding us at night. And we got back Bella, our Belgian malinois. Plus we are making our fence higher, and we are getting more dogs.
But instead of sleeping, Raviv kept asking more and more questions about the thieves. When we asked him whether he’s scared, his face crumpled, fat tears started to roll down his cheeks and he was choking sobs. I hugged him and promised to him (but more to myself, actually) that I’ll never ever let anything bad happen to him. I won’t even let anything traumatize him.
I’m the kind of parent who very rarely sugarcoats things. I believe in telling children the truth. When Raviv asked how he was born, I never told him that a stork brought him to us. Instead, I searched on Youtube a video of a woman giving birth, and showed it to him. The look on Raviv’s face as he realized how he was born was unforgettable! He even begged me to stop, hehe. This is the reason why Raviv never bugged me to give him a baby brother or a baby sister.
But last night, I realized that truly, there are some things that should be kept from children. We never realized that my feeling-Nancy Drew moves and talk would cause Raviv so much terror. Then I remembered that when I was 6 or 7 years old, I heard my parents and their friends talking lengthily about a house that has been broken into by thieves. That night, I had a nightmare that felt so real: I heard that the thieves were threatening our next door neighbor. I was paralyzed with fear, and I could still remember how my body went frigid. I was sleeping squeezed between my parents, yet I was so scared. Sometimes, I would think that it was not merely a nightmare—it really happened but my parents just didn’t want to tell me to protect me.
After a long stretch of not bedwetting, Raviv wet the bed last night. Even as I hugged him to sleep, I know he was still terrified.
Then when I woke up today, the first on my Facebook newsfeed was about the 2-year-old Lane Graves who was dragged by an alligator in Disneyworld in Florida.
If you haven’t heard of it yet, a family was vacationing in Disneyworld. At about 9 p.m. the parents were watching an outdoor movie and their toddler boy went to the lagoon and waded his feet in very shallow water. Suddenly, an alligator came from nowhere and dragged the boy. Both parents jumped to the rescue and wrestled with the alligator. The father even tried to pry open the alligator’s mouth, to no avail. After 17 hours of search and rescue operation, the dead body of Lane Graves was found. The only consolation was that there were only a few bite marks, and he died of drowning (not of being eaten or being bitten viciously).
SOURCE Rest in peace, little boy. You were loved by your parents.
Worse, some people are bashing the parents for being negligent. Tsk. I understand that indeed for probably about a minute, they could have been. They could have too engrossed in the movie they’re watching, they could have been tired to run after Lane, they could have been arguing or talking about something important. Or they could just never have thought a gator would do it since they were in a populated area. So yes, they could have made a mistake. But what parent doesn’t? Randy said that he’s sure both parents are wracked with guilt, and are blaming themselves every second. Probably for the rest of their lives. And to wrestle your child from the mouth of a gator and fail!
For me, what makes it very painful is the fact that in the last few seconds of this boy’s short life, it was fear that he felt. Just thinking about the sheer terror that this boy felt until his last breath breaks my heart. Again, I promised myself that I would do everything in my power to ensure that Raviv will not experience anything that would scar him for life. But tonight as I am blogging, I realized that it is impossible. And that’s the scariest part of being a parent.
“In the face of seemingly troubled times, we can be confident in our heartfelt prayers. We can pray over our children for their futures, not just their protection. We can pray circles around our children to grow them up in God’s hand.” – Heather Riggleman