We are pretty safety and security conscious here in the Pasture. Even though we live “way out” in the country, we lock our cars, our doors and our gates. Without fail. If someone wants anything badly enough, they’ll find a way to break in. But if it’s more trouble than it’s worth, criminals will usually move on to an easier target. Even our fantastic new Williamson County Sheriff, Robert Chody has a whole Twitter campaign reminding folks to lock their doors.
In our family, we also take our safety plans a step further. We are always prepared to defend ourselves. And we have a code word – if we’re out in public, and one of us uses the code word, which is just an every day word, the other knows to be on high alert.
We also have a second kind of family code. My hubby is one of those guys who never calls anyone by the name everyone else uses for them. Funny, my dad always did that too, but the two of them never had a chance to meet before my dad passed. Anyway, his name habit includes me too. He either calls me by my last name or my pet name he has for me. And I do the same with him. So if he EVER calls me Cheryl, I know something serious is happening and I need to pay close attention to whatever he is saying.
Well that worked in reverse earlier this week. I was having a medical issue at work. Nothing serious enough to call an ambulance for, but serious enough that urgent care wasn’t going to cut it. We carpool to work and he has the car. I knew he was really super busy at work. Normally we’re in touch throughout the day via text. But this week, texts had been few and far between because he was so busy. I tried texting him. No response. I tried emailing him at work. No response. I tried calling his cell phone and then his work phone. No response. I was about to ask one of my coworkers to take me in. I sent him one last text saying I needed to go to the emergency room. But I started it with his first name. He took one look at that text and turned to his boss and said I have to leave. Now! He responded immediately that he was on the way. Yes, I said I needed to go to the emergency room. But I don’t know if he even read the text all the way through. When he saw me address him by his first name, he knew it meant something really. freaking. serious.
Thankfully, everything turned out just fine. But it just emphasized that our family code works for us. I’ve never had to go to the emergency room in the middle of a work day before. While this exact system may not be practical for your family, I encourage you to talk about it. Talk about it now. Have a plan, and know that plan before you ever need it. Have a code word. Have a safety word for your kids. If you send a family member or friend to pick up your kids, they have to know the code word. If you have a plan for your family and you never need it, that’s pretty cheap insurance in my opinion. But what about that one time you do need it? A large part of staying safe is staying aware and being prepared!
Until next time, worms rock, bees rules and chickens are my Zen.
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