Yesterday I experienced what no mom wants to ever go through.
I stayed home from church yesterday afternoon with sick kiddos.
Katie was pretty happy most of the time and was playing pretty nicely. She was
pretending to go shopping and I think I heard something about going to Aunt
Amanda's house. Ok, that's fine, you can go, have a nice time! No, you can't go
out on the front porch; you have to stay inside and pretend. Ok, that's fine...
In my head: maybe I should lock the screen door, even if she’s good about
obeying and not going out by herself…. I don’t do it. People are going to be
home from church in a minute and then I’ll just have to unlock it for them
Nick and Alyce come home from church and I walk to the back door with Emma
to say hi and chat. I don't hear Katie but assume she's gone upstairs for the
zillionith time that afternoon. I say to Nick and Alyce that Katie is being a
little too quiet, so I should check on her. I walk to the front of the house
and the front screen door is wide open. Ugh, Katie, why can't you listen and
stay inside? Oh wait, she's not on the front porch and she's not at the side of
the house. Ok, I'll run back in and holler upstairs for her. Nothing. Ok, this
is kind of strange she always answers, usually with an excuse about what she's
doing. Holler again. Nothing. I ask Alyce to go upstairs and see if she's hiding.
I run outside again. Nothing. At this point I don't care what the
neighbours think. I holler again. Nothing. I run back in, I put Emma on the floor and tear up
the stairs. She's not upstairs. She's not downstairs. She's not in the front
yard or within easy view of our sidewalk. Now I'm starting to get a little
freaked out. Ben isn't home from church yet... seriously! Where is he!?!??
I run outside the front door again calling madly. I start running down the
street towards Scott St: a fairly busy street. I'm looking down between the
houses as I go. I don't see her. Maybe she wandered into someone's back yard,
but why isn't she responding? Thoughts start running through my head: maybe
someone has taken her, some weirdo picked her up off the side of the road.
Maybe she's in someone's house and can't hear me. I'm going to go down in
history as a mother who let her child wander off and someone snatched her. I'm
praying, madly, incoherently. I'm still running down the street, calling out. I
get to Scott St. Now where? There are
three new directions that I can go. How do I decide? I see two kids walking
down the street, maybe they’ve seen her. I’m looking frantically, searching for
any sign of her. I turn and am about to go and run after the kids to ask them
if they’ve seen a little girl and I spot her! My heart leaps. She’s tottling
down the sidewalk halfway down the block on the opposite side of the street.
She is barefoot, with her too big hat on, and her purse in the crook of her
arm. I yell to Nick who is going down the street the opposite way that I found
There’s a car coming down the street; I wave, hoping to warn them of this
little girl who is looking like she’s going to cross the street back to my
side. I’m tearing up the middle of the road, I don’t think I’ve ever run so
fast. The car that passed me has slowed down as Katie is starting to cross the
road. She hears me calling, no screaming, after her. She thinks it’s a game and
starts to run. I scoop her up in my arms and finish crossing the street in front
of the car.
Katie, Katie. Oh my Katie. All I can do is hold her and weep. Nick comes down
the sidewalk and holds us all together. We’re standing there in the middle of the side
walk. I’m crying, and shaking. Katie is crying; she has no idea what a scary
thing she’s done. We walk back down our alley to the back yard. Katie’s sobbing
for me to stop crying. I can’t help it. The relief is tremendous. Thank you
Lord! Thank for the protection you gave my little girl: walking down the street,
crossing a busy road, being totally oblivious to the danger around her. I’m SO
Five minutes later, I’m still kind of shaking, but can talk to Katie about
what she did. I think she just may have sensed I was slightly upset. Oh Katie,
you may NEVER walk down the street by yourself. And you may NOT go off the
front porch or even onto the porch without Mommy or Daddy.
She’s so quick to respond: yes Mom, sorry Mom. But she’s two and a half; she
has no idea what just happened. Oh my
little girl, what kind of terrible things could have happened, but God in His
providence kept her safe. Thank you Lord Jesus!
The Lord shall preserve you from all
He shall preserve your soul.
Lord shall preserve your going out and your
From this time forth, and even forevermore.
Ps. 121: 7, 8