CPS Morning

I had a "I'm really not a good mother" day.

I was leaving the house this morning to take Grace to her 18-month well-check/immunizations. I put her in her car seat, turned on the van & air conditioning because it was so hot, and then shut her door and turned to walk to the driver's side. As soon as the door slammed, I heard this loud "click." My daughter and my keys were now locked securely inside my idling van.

Aughhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


I panic, yell to Luke to grab the phone and call Rob, and stand there looking helplessly into the van window. I KNOW we have an extra van key, but today, folks, it was nowhere to be found. And believe me, I ripped open every drawer in the room in about 2.7 seconds in order to find it. Although I knew Grace was in no immediate danger, I was in a panic. I dialed 911; the operator directed my call in Fire station #9, and within minutes, the firetruck, with its sirens blaring, rounded the corner.

I was crying by then, Luke was white as a sheet, and Grace was sitting happily in her car seat, taking on and off her shoes.

They popped the lock in less than a minute, and I profusely thanked them--embarrassed, relieved, so happy that we pay taxes in support of our fire department.

I'd like to say that that was the only really dumb thing I did today, but unfortunately, it was not.

Sigh.

I think God is especially merciful to mothers and small children.

Jana