Lost

Two days ago, I was on the phone with a friend of ours discussing adoptions from Haiti. We were having quite the intense discussion so I went up to my room to escape the noise of my two children. I could hear Mikey downstairs playing on his little fourwheeler. I kept one ear open to the sounds of my kids so I would know if anything happened. I looked at the clock and realized I had been on the phone for nearly an hour so I thought I better get off the phone and tend to my kids. As I was winding down my phone call I noticed I couldn't hear the fourwheeler anymore. I quickly ran downstairs and started looking for Mike. I coudln't find him. I ran upstairs, no Mike. I ran outside, no Mike. I got off the phone and started to panic. I ran outside into Chad's office and told him and Chandler I couldn't find Mikey. We quickly took off in all directions around the house. I ran to the neighbors house and started yelling for Mikey while I was banging on their door. When no one answered I headed back to the street dialing 911 on my phone. I saw a police car driving towards me and in my mind I thought "this.is.not.happening." Tears were streaming down my face as I ran to the cop car "Officer! I can't find my son!" The cop pointed out his window and as I looked down the street I saw the sweetest sight. Chad was holding a screaming Mikey with relieved look on his face. He was okay. There he was, sad but fine. I ran and grabbed him, ran back into the house while Chad talked to the cop, and sat down to assess the damage. Besides freezing feet, he was fine. He had pushed our door open and headed down the street. Chad found him nearly a block away standing in the middle of the road crying. Chad told me later, " I know this doesn't help, but Roxy didn't leave his side." Our sweet little dog knew that something was wrong. I learned a big lesson that day. I get so caught up in everyday life that I don't pay attention if my boy can push the door open. Or if he can get knives out of the drawer, or if he can climb in the car. It's time I wake up and BE THERE. That is a new years resolution. I urge all of you mammas to do the same. I have gone crazy thinking about the many ways that little "episode" could have ended. But it didn't. We are both fine, and I'm thankfully a little wiser.