On one of my worst days as a parent, when I pulled into our driveway after work with my young boys in the back seat, I saw that our front door was standing wide open.
I fell into a panic, then I wanted to cry.
In all the morning rush, I had forgotten to lock the door. I was in a hurry and was thinking about what all I had to do within the next hour, not about what I had to do in the next five minutes.
That moment still haunts me when I think of what could have happened.
I hate to admit that on that day my stress and its possible consequences threatened my family’s wellbeing.