It was my sons year end hockey party and one of the parents was kind of enough to pull some strings for our boys to have the glory of visiting the Tactical Unit Training Centre. It was everything little boys love to see from tanks to guns. My husband volunteered to take them and let me enjoy the peace and quiet at home. I enjoyed a luxurious hour of tranquility, basking in the sun, to the sound of birds chirping. I was in bliss until I received the phone call from my husband.
“Don’t Panic! I’m on my way home and I want you to have a shower ready.”
“A shower? What for?”
“It’s nothing to panic about!”
“What do you meant there is nothing to panic about?”
“Well just don’t worry! Nobody is really hurt!”
“What do you mean nobody is really hurt?”
“Well! It’s just… I don’t know how to put it! But Elliot got pepper sprayed.”
“What do you mean Elliot got pepper sprayed? How does a six year old get pepper sprayed?”
“Ummm…Well, we are not really sure how it happened.”
“Is he alright?”
“Yes! We flushed out his eyes, stripped his clothes, and he just needs to get a shower when he gets home.”
Accidents happen but pepper spray? No parent is ever prepared to hear their child has been pepper sprayed. We want our children to have experiences and learn about their community. But it’s moments like these which are cautionary tales that child safety is imperative to any field trip. Clueless, to how all of this happened, once my little man was calm and in the shower, I interrogated my husband.
“How did this happen?”
“I don’t know!”
“What do you mean you don’t know?”
“It was all very sudden five kids hopped out of the tanks screaming, gagging, and crying. Somebody left pepper spray in the vehicle. And we think it feel off the shelf.”
“That’s what we think?”
“You mean to tell me that is what you guys think?”
“Yes. I’m sorry!”
We can’t place bubble wrap around our children. But you would think before placing a child into an armoured vehicle that someone would take the time to ensure that there was nothing in it which could harm that child. I am fortunate that my little man is fine, regardless of the fact, that he is shaken to the core, and looks so sad with puffy red eyes. It could have been much worse.
My husband in the past has always referred to me as “the helicopter parent” because I’m always circling around our children telling them not to climb too high or ride their bikes too fast. But I think it’s moments like these which are reminders that a child’s safety must always come first and foremost in everything we do. I don’t know who is to blame for this horrible incident, but what I do know is my husband learned his lesson, and will never mock my worry skills, again.
Darcie Cameron is a RYT 200 who believes Yoga is a gift that is accessible to everyone with proper modifications, a patient smile and just taking the time to breathe. One of the greatest presents you will ever unwrap is when you connect your mind, body and spirit in perfect sync with your own breath. Connect with Darcie on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/darciecameronlovesyoga