I lost Matthew today. Don't worry. I found him. He wasn't missing long. I don't even know how long he was gone--it couldn't have been more than five minutes, but you know how when really really really horrible things are happening time seems to stretch out?
Picture this: a beautiful sunny day. The first real hot sunny day of the year in my area. I decided to grill burgers for supper. I spent some time running in and out of the house, turning on the grill, prepping the burgers, gathering supplies. All the while Charlotte is asleep on the couch, Emmett is watching Star Wars and Matthew is playing on the floor nearby. Richard is out running an errand. As I run in and out I can keep track of everyone out of the corner of my eye. During one of my trips through the house I lose sight of Matthew. I think "No problem. He is just playing somewhere." I run through every room, calling his name. Nothing. I run outside and do a lap around the house. All the doors are closed. The gates are closed. I think he must be in the basement then. I run through the house again, a sick feeling growing in my stomach. No Matthew. I run outside and look up and down the street. No Matthew. Panic is rising inside of me. I run over to the barbeque and quickly turn off the gas. I look down the back lane. I look again. I see at the very end a woman holding Matthew. I run. She sees me and walks towards me. She hands me Matthew as I burst into tears and start saying Thank you over and over. She told me he was about to walk out into the second busiest street in our city. I say Thank you some more. Matthew spits out some rocks he picked up on his journey. She sheds a few tears when she realizes the gravity of the situation. We part ways. I cry some more.
Matthew must have a team of guardian angels watching over him. They definitely have their hands full.
I need to padlock the gate. Tonight. Then, we have to find a house with a six-foot security fence and install razor wire around the top.
9 comments:
Holy cow scary! I'm glad she was there to lead him home.
OH my gosh.
So glad your little boy is safe.
Thank goodness for the happy ending! How scary!
Give yourself a nice relaxing bath tonight.
*hug* remember to take a moment to breathe now.
Glad he had his angels with him!
That's enough to give me a heart attack. But I feel better about my paranoia now. I don't care how much fun my parents poke at me... I don't EVER want to have to experience what you did today!
Janelle
Yikes!! Big hugs mama, take a deep breath! I totally know how you feel... I had that happen at my parents' when I could find Abby and the gate to the pool was open!! (turns out she was playing on the computer in the far, far, far end of the basement)
Oh my goodness! That's scary enough out here in the middle of nowhere where there are next to no other buildings or vehicles! I think your little man's guardian angel lives at the end of your street. How wonderful to know you've got a neighbour that cares about others like that.
Aw hugs!!!!!!!!! That is so scary!!
Thank you angels!
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