Yesterday, something alarming occurred.
Let me set the scene: I’m currently finding it challenging to adapt to the chaos of summer break. It’s a double-edged sword—both enjoyable and utterly overwhelming. Can something truly be both wonderful and dreadful simultaneously? I’d argue that’s the essence of parenthood.
Transitioning from a routine where my three children were in school for more than six hours a day—allowing me to work uninterrupted—to suddenly having them home constantly is proving to be quite the adjustment. As I’ve expressed in past writings, summer can feel relentless.
My daughter, Lily, has two obsessions: electrical outlets and her dolls. Just yesterday, she was showcasing her baby doll to the outlet in her room. #multitasking
Thankfully, this summer is slightly easier than previous ones, as my children are growing more independent. Lily is about to turn 3, and I feel we’re finally emerging from a particularly challenging phase of motherhood.
Yesterday afternoon, after a fun outing at the park, the boys jumped out of the car, heard some kids next door, and asked to join them. I agreed and took Lily inside. She emerged from our adventure covered in peanut butter and dirt, so I quickly changed her into just a diaper.
As I rushed to the bathroom, Lily followed closely behind, my little shadow. At that moment, my phone rang—it was my mom, who wasn’t feeling well. I could barely hear her over the background noise, and just as I strained to comprehend her words, Lily’s voice grew louder. The stress began to mount.
In an attempt to gather my thoughts, I retreated to my bedroom and closed the door. When the crying stopped, I felt a moment of relief. But when I finally stepped out a few minutes later, the silence in the house felt ominous. Panic washed over me as I realized the back door was wide open.
I sprinted outside, calling her name. She was nowhere to be seen.
A neighbor across the street shouted that she had spotted a little girl darting through the backyards. “She went that way, dear!” my neighbor exclaimed.
With my heart racing, I dashed in the direction she indicated, my bare feet hitting the ground without a second thought. Blind panic took over as I ran, my own voice calling out Lily’s name drowning out everything else.
To my horror, I found her one street over, clad only in her diaper, clutching a toy pet carrier with a stuffed dog. The look on her face when she saw my panic is something I will never forget.
“Never again,” I told her firmly.
“Not with my dog?” she replied innocently.
“Never, ever. You must never leave this house without a grown-up,” I said, wiping away tears of relief.
I’m sharing this experience to highlight how swiftly children can vanish. How many times have I heard stories of toddlers wandering off and thought, “Where was the parent?” That parent was me. I was right there, yet it happened.
I’m a dedicated mom—capable and attentive. I’m not negligent, but children are quick and quiet, and unexpected events occur. Today, I’m holding my children even closer, grateful for their safety, while recognizing that not every mother is as fortunate.
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In summary, parenting can be overwhelming, and unexpected situations arise even when we are vigilant. It’s important to acknowledge that even the most attentive parents can experience moments of panic.