I can’t be the only one with wild children. And by wild I mean, swinging from the vine, raised by gorillas, Tarzan-style wild. To say my kids are a handful is an understatement. I swear they conspire to best me.
My little midgets do not lack confidence and are quite independent. I appreciate the independence as it allows me time to get things done around the house. Well, I appreciate it to a degree.
I like that my kids take chances and are brave but sometimes it’s a little much. The first time Sarah went down a fire man’s pole at the park was after watching another little girl, slightly older than her do it. Did I mention that it was it was 18 feet off the ground. Ya, my heart didn’t stop at all. NOT!
My children are escape artists.
This fact terrifies me.
Will they get hurt?
Will CPS take my kids away?
No really, it’s a constant fear of mine and probably every mom of adventurous toddlers.
My first child loved to leave the house and go to the next door neighbor she called grammy. Sarah knew she would get bubbles, candy, treats and other dollar store toys everytime we went to “grandma’s” house.
Motivated by new and tasty treats, my daughter would sneak out of our house to see grammy; going so far as to climb over our backyard fence. Yes, you read that right-the chainlink fence. It is both scary and impressive to have a two year old that coordinated.
It got to the point that my husband installed hotel locks at the top of the doors to keep Sarah inside the house. They didn’t deter my daughter; not in the least. The siren calls of stickers and cavity-inducing sweets were too enticing.
Where there’s a will there’s a way. And Sarah has the will!
One time Sarah escaped through the living room window to “granny’s house” while I was sitting on the couch nursing my newborn son.
The freak’n window…which wasn’t even opened all the way! Come on now…that’s just not fair.
My son, Evan, grew up to be the same but faster.
I can be unloading the groceries from the car and he will take advantage of the door being open and go “explore.”
I’ve put Evan in the car then ran back in the house after realizing he doesn’t have his shoes on and bam- thirty seconds later I return to find the little punk is half way up the driveway. Luckily, I live in a secluded area with little to no traffic flow but still scary nevertheless.
Recently, my son figured out how to open round door knobs and is strong enough to open the sliding glass door to the dismay and my hubby and I.
Don’t ask how I learned this fact.
Suffice it to say that the house is now locked up like Fort Knox all of the time.
I can’t tell you the number of times I have felt scared. Scared for my my kid’s safety. Scared of CPS and someone who doesn’t know me reporting me. Scared of being judged.
I am a damn good mom.
I make homemade meals, spend time with my kids, educate them, take them to church, attend weekly playgroup activities, provide them with a clean house and warm beds to sleep in and yet I am afraid of losing them someday because I have strong, independents, adventurous children who are Olympic-stlye fast.
To you mommies who also have insane, albeit adorable, amazingly adventurous children, I feel your pain and I salute you. You are a good momma.
And I am too.
I have little to no advice for you. All I can say is that I will do my best to keep the doors locked and teach my kiddos correct principles and guidelines for having fun, safe exploration….and PRAY like there’s no tomorrow.