@dammitjanetfromvegas: “When we make mistakes at work or school we need to be held accountable for our actions. We are blamed for our mistakes.
Why is this okay, but not okay in other aspects of our lives? Especially when we are responsible for the life of an innocent child.”
When you “make a mistake” at work, a few things matter. If you work for a good employer, they will be able to determine whether or not you are an overall good worker and balance that with the fact that you are human. A good employer will recognize when a simple lapse in attention resulted in a mistake, and decide that a good employee will make these mistakes from time to time, and they are worth keeping on board.
It’s also important to point out that when I make a mistake at work, it’s not a topic for discussion on the internet among people who have no idea what the overall quality of my work is.
Now, as I have mentioned a few times, there is no reason to assume that this woman is any different than any of us. Many times per day and throughout our lives – especially raising children – there are times when we do not have our full attention for some reason for a brief moment on one of our kids. Most of the time, this results in absolutely nothing. So, we do not register this in our brains. Rather, we take the lack of acknowledgment as confirmation that we have not engaged in distraction. But in reality, if the moment was right and the variables aligned, we would be this woman, and our kid would have been in that gorilla cage.
Every moment of every day is simply a journey through series of variables for which we have very little control. This can be anxiety-provoking to some. But it’s true. A few months ago, a 4-foot blade of metal came flying off a truck and I was just able to avoid it by slamming on my breaks. It hit my car, but didn’t go through my windshield and kill me. If I had walked faster to my car or driven 1 mph faster prior to this event, I would likely not be typing this.
There is no utility in ganging up on this woman. She’s me. She’s you. She’s all of us, moving through life trying our best in whatever way we know how. We know absolutely nothing about her, yet many are exercising their anger and judgment muscles in order to accomplish nothing and avoid facing some facts about reality. There appears to be no justification in doing so, and as far as I’m concerned, if we know nothing and are tempted to manufacture an emotional response, I’d much rather it be compassion. I don’t see the harm in that.