I turned my back. Yes. All I did was turn my back and Isabella disappeared. We were visiting my in-laws in their home and when I turned around she wasn’t in sight. I looked through the rooms quickly then looked at the front door which was closed. Uh,oh. It had been left open to let the breeze from the storm door screens come in. I looked out the storm door and there she was running down the street to the park. ‘s? No, thanks be to Him. Strangers? No. Just a toddler running to the slides and swings.
Well, it is a good thing I had my running shoes on. She fell down in some tall weeds before making it to the playground equipment and I pulled her out from the other side of the patch of them. Truth be told I don’t do much spanking but she felt my hand on her amply padded tuckus (Yiddish wordk for bum). I was literally shaking by the time we got back to her great-grandparents house. I am not much of a crier but my eyes were filled with tears. How could this happen on my watch?
Now, to be perfectly honest with you, the in-laws live three houses in from the park which is on a dead end street. However, I have headed Bells off in the past when she’s run off and a car was passing by.
Isabella has her limitations because of her delayed speech and her seemingly unending energy. However, her closing the front door was evidence that she knew she was doing something wrong. At least, that’s how I see it.
I felt at least ten years younger when I woke up this morning.