The other day I was doing laundry like normal. Leave apartment. Walk across the hall. Watch little man follow me into the laundry room next door. Switch loads. No big deal. Same routine we do each week.
The little guy was in the laundry room happily playing with the rubber duckie he had brought with him. I ran back across the hall into our apartment to grab another load since my arms were full on the first trip.
I left little man alone in the laundry room. I’ve done it plenty of times before and he always stays put. No big deal.
Run to the apartment. Grab the laundry. Come back to the laundry room.
Frantically drop laundry in the middle of the hallway and yell his name.
No response. Listen carefully as my eyes dart down the three hallways. Why did we move into an apartment with so many hallways?!
Which way did he go?
Why can’t I hear him?
Then again, not hearing him could be a good thing. He’s not crying!
Oh my gosh, he’s a foot away from the stairs!
As my eyes found my son in what seemed like a five minute ordeal. I ran toward him. Thankfully he was also tottering toward me – away from the stairs!
He got lucky. No, truthfully I got lucky.
Someone was obviously watching over us today. Thank you, Lord, for keeping our little one safe.
While I know this was a small scare in the grand scheme of life, it was huge at that moment. Panic set in. I was on high alert. I am so thankful that the scariest moment we could have had was avoided by the hand of God. We are fortunate to not have become a statistic.
I’m sure we’ll have more of these moments going forward than I want to think about. I need to use a bit more common sense to ensure something horrible does not happen to one of my loved ones.
Doors will be closed going forward. Or little man will come with me.