I was 17 years old when I had my first, and was 19 when I had my second child. I was also militant about their safety, even at that age. I think it had alot to do with what I personally went through. I never ever had the idea that it wouldn't happen to me. On the contrary, I figured it would if I didn't head it off.
I remember the older military wives dissing me because I wouldn't let my girls (age 4 and under), go to the park by themselves with the other kids. When my girls were outside, I was right there, always. I also checked through the night and made sure windows and doors were tight. There were a couple of times, when they were babies, that I would bring them both to bed with me just to make sure everyone was accounted for.
In the end, I've always said that if someone was going to take my kids, that I was NEVER going to be in a position of regret, feeling that there was something else I could've done. Whoever it was - was going to have to work damned hard at getting them.
Problem now is that my kids are of age and a mother remains a mother at heart. Now I have to allow them their lives and choices. I've educated them regarding being and staying safe. I've told them to never, ever, think that it couldn't happen to them.
THE rule in this house now is to leave a note saying where you went and calling when you get there. Even I follow this one.
I cannot imagine the pain and horror of losing your children, let alone losing them in such a violent fashion. My heart couldn't bear it.
Mimilly