That’s about all I can remember.
They latched onto mine through a thick layer of clear, chlorinated water, silencing the squeals, the laughter, the shouts, the
splashing. Silencing all sounds completely.
They pleaded, but at the same time, they seemed so full of resignation.
In the end, it made no difference.
But I hesitated.
I stood there beside her in the water, holding my boy’s tubular raft steady
with one hand, and for just a moment – a split second – I simply took in those
eyes. Completely. I was captivated. I was frozen. I did nothing.
Then, without thinking, I reached.
I grabbed her thin arm and I pulled, still locked on her eyes as they broke
the surface and blinked.
I held her like that, dangling her frail, young body just inches over
the surface while I scanned the crowd for a lifeguard. Once again, it was the
eyes. His caught mine, which must have relayed her plea. He said nothing --
just plowed through the water and wrapped his arms around her small waist,
holding her tight.
“Where’s the mother? Do you know?” he asked, finally.
I pointed to a woman standing in the open center in one section of a double
raft, her back to the emptiness, laughing with an older child, who was
stretched comfortably across a single raft. They were near the exit of the Lazy
At the time, I wasn't sure how I knew.
It came back to me hours later. I had seen the girl fall. It just hadn’t registered. The danger. The threat. I was too
busy. Too involved with own kids to understand what I had seen until the
current brought me to those eyes.
I watched as the lifeguard brought the toddler to the mother, tapped her on the
shoulder and gave the child over. He had disrupted her laughter, her moment with her older child. She was clearly annoyed.
She demanded to know why he had her.
“Because she was drowning,” the lifeguard answered.
His voice was flat.
Immediately, the mother turned, searching for flaws in the section of tube
behind her, certain she would find a hole in the sealed bottom of the safety seat. She was haughty, anxious to blame Legoland, unwilling to accept that her failure to
put a life jacket on a child less than two years old had nearly resulted in her
Unwilling to admit that she hadn't even noticed her daughter was gone.
The lifeguard shook his head in disgust.
He turned and waded away.
I thought it didn’t bother me.
It was over that fast.
So fast, I almost didn’t think to mention it.
But the eyes came back to me over dinner and then again when I was
brushing my teeth and then again in the morning. They do not come in my dreams.
They appear in the most mundane moments. In the most excited moments.
They come and they go.
The eyes and the mother’s laughter.