I’ve tried to open my front door with my car key fob.
I’ve pushed the brew button on my Keurig, without the cup underneath, more than once.
I pushed the brew button on my old fashioned coffee maker, without adding water. Once.
I heard the front door open, while I was in the shower one day, 13 years ago. I left the bathroom door open so I could hear babies or toddlers crying during my 5 minute shower.
He never left before, when I was in the shower, but I had a feeling he would.
I jumped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around myself, raced out the front door to chase him. My 4 year old son. On the loose. For no reason at all!
He saw me, running in my towel, and ran faster. I actually heard him laughing!
I ran faster, caught up with him somehow, scooped him up and took him home.
Shortly after that, he told his sister she couldn’t pee in the toilet because she didn’t have the right parts!
Then, we took a trip to D.C.
He escaped again. This time it was an accident. My luggage cart got stuck in the track of the elevator door, on my side of the door, with Isaac in the elevator, on the other side.
As the doors closed, I panicked. I ran up the stairs as fast as I could. He wasn’t there. I ran down, not there. One more flight down, not there. Back up to where he entered… he stepped off right where he got on!
I think I squeezed his guts out when I hugged him. I had to make sure it was really him, because in my mind he was gone forever.
I love being a mom. I love kids. They wear me out. Often. Yet, I can’t imagine my life without them.
Giggling, growing, changing, transforming, loving, caring, scaring, cherishing… kids.
Just bein their mom. I am Fulfilled.