

Here is a moment that a) is terrifying, b) most parents experience and c) none of us really talk about: The first time your toddler works out how to get out of their seat belt.
For me, it happened in peak hour traffic on the M1.
Claire is nearly two, and she has what you might describe as ‘an independent spirit’.
I am not complaining about that. I’m keen to encourage it, in fact, despite how trying it might be when you need to hustle out the door but someone Will. Not. Eat. Their. Damn. Breakfast.
That spirit is very very trying at 100 kilometres an hour surrounded by cars, trucks and buses on one of Australia’s busiest roads.
But, out she wanted, and out she got. Her arms wriggled out of the straps, she was bent over sorting the toys on the seat next to her like it was no big deal.
Alys' spirited daughter Claire. Image: Instagram @alysj
My son cried out, “Mummy, Claire has her arms out of her seatbelt”. Knowing there is NO WHERE to pull over on the M1, one glance at the back seat had my heart in my mouth.
“SIT STILL BE QUIET DO NOT MOVE”, I roared to the back seat.
I must have made an impression, because instead of laughing in my face, which is her normal response to my firm requests, she sat flat back against her car seat and burst into tears.
It was an everyday incident, but, it caught me off guard and made me see my own complacency. I get the kids in the car, get myself in the car and get on my way as quickly as I can.