You know that feeling that something terrible could have happened but didn't? That feeling of disaster avoided? I've known that feeling as I grabbed my child before she stepped in front of a car, swiped a coin out of the mouth of a toddler, caught myself as I nearly tripped down the stairs while holding a baby.
There but for the grace of God go my children and I.
Yesterday I was vacuuming, and Jason was on his phone. He stepped outside to do a quick project while he was talking, and Addie made a break for the open door. There are two sounds that will move her into hyper speed: the door opening and the water running in the bathtub. Yes, she keeps us on our toes.
I saw Addie go outside, but I thought Jason was watching her.
He didn't see Addie go outside.
When I was done vacuuming, I wandered outside to see what was going on. It suddenly occurred to me that Jason did not have Addie. I felt a surge of panic, but was quickly relieved to see Addie...who had climbed down the stairs, down the driveway and was sitting happily in a puddle.
She was safe.
I was relieved.
We walk by grace. Every day.
When my heart stopped pounding and my imagination stopped whirling, I was reminded of a video my mom showed me. It was captured by someone in our town who was involved in the story (by proximity) and it turns out the one of the responders happens to be a family friend.
The video shows a baby deer trapped in a hole, and the momma deer is circling around, frantic. The fire department uses the jaws of life to pry open the rocks, and...well, I'll let you see how it turns out. I think it's fair to say, however, that Mrs. Deer and I were glad that things turned out the way they did. (The real action starts at about 1:00.)