This is one of the hardest posts I have ever written since I began blogging almost 3 years ago. I need to tell this story, even if it helps one mother.
This is my story. I never really thought it could happen to me, but it did and I wanted to share this with you all.
My Mother’s Day started normal enough, I volunteered all three services at church and I even got a corsage as a gift for simply being a mommy.
I rushed home because we were having dinner at my grandmothers house with my family. When we got there we all graced the table and began to eat.
I didn’t take a plate for myself because I have this rule that the children eat first then I am allowed to eat. I fed the youngest while my mom helped feed the oldest and in 10 minutes they were playing and causing havoc like they normally do.
When I sat down to eat I saw the boys in my grandmothers room. I was the only one that had them in my vision. They were staring out the window just like they do when they are at home. They absolutely love to watch the cars go by and squeal lately when the ice cream truck comes around.
I took another bite.
When I looked up again I saw my 5 year old with three quarters of his body outside the window.
We were on the top floor of a 2 story building.
Nothing but concrete below.
My brain reacted much quicker than my heart. I screamed “Oh my God, Joshua!” as I dropped my food and took off running towards him.
He heard my voice and climbed back inside calmly. There was no doubt that he had every single intention of climbing all the way out.
I couldn’t see that the window was wide open from where I was sitting. It looked closed. If I had even the slightest inkling…I would have shut it right away.
When I got to the room he ran into the living room to go back and be with family. I stood in my grandmothers room shaking uncontrollably and crying from the depths of my soul.
I couldn’t believe that my son almost became a statistic, I couldn’t believe that he was so close to it all being over or at least very close to over.
Our God is an amazing God. I fell to my knees and just worshiped because that story–my story could have gone another way. The angels protected my child, my gut kept my eyes on them at the right moment to call his name.
We hear stories like this all the time in NYC. Babies falling out of buildings, some end up okay, most don’t. So many people are quick to judge the mother in these situations. I am here to say I almost became one of those mothers on Mother’s Day.
As the vision of climbing out has stayed with me since, replaying every 5 minutes. I am here to say trust your gut. Listen to it. Especially when it comes to your kids. If something feels off–investigate. Better safe than sorry.
Hours later when I was able to pull myself together, I asked him, why? What on earth was he doing?
He said that my youngest had taken my lipstick and thrown it outside. He just wanted to get it for me.
It was just that simple.
And that is how quickly life can change. Trust your gut, it’s crucial and really could mean the difference between life and death.
It was a regular day at grandmas house.
Until it wasn’t.
I wanted to post this because it is hard to be a mom, it is tough to keep up with these kids. I share my story because I am NOT a perfect mom and I came *thisclose* to disaster. Take caution. When visiting other homes that normally don’t have children in them check everything! There could be candles, sharp objects…open windows…these kids seem to sense the danger and go right towards it! Try to be mindful so that you can never be in my position. We have been to grandmas house many many many times, but never ever has that window been open. Lesson learned.
Have your kids ever scared you to death? I would love to hear the story.