Squirming...

A truck pulling an empty flatbed trailer went over the speed bump in our parking lot at a pretty substantial speed. As you can imagine it made a loud crash; my little girl and I both jumped at the sound and since it had scared her so badly she began to cry. I wrapped my arms around her and told her repeatedly that it was alright and that mommy had her. But she wouldn’t be consoled. She just kept squirming and squirming and crying and crying. And I thought 'does she think I didn’t hear what she heard? I am right here holding her, I know where the noise came from and understand that everything is fine. Why doesn’t she trust me?'
And that voice inside whispered, “Now you know how I feel.”