Monthly Archives: July 2015

“Auntie Rachael, Auntie Rachael!!! We need you!” Auz’s panicked shouts rang in my ears.

I dropped the book I was reading and jumped up. I was babysitting the nephews at my brother’s house, and the boys were swimming. From my vantage point I could see them as well as hear them. Quick scan: both little heads bobbed above the surface, all four eyes wide and staring at me, no obvious blood. Quick analysis: we were good. I could breathe again.

Then the ultimate word that strikes frantic fear in every responsible adult’s heart when children are submerged in water: “HELP!, Auntie Rachael, HELP!”

(Seriously, kid, ‘help’???? I can see you from here. You are NOT drowning. Do NOT shout that word. I will drop over dead from a heart attack, then where will you be????) Continue reading →