This morning, Jack called me up to his room for some help.
"My Lightning McQueen is stuck under my bed, Mommy. I can't get him."
As I bent low to see where it was, I realized this wasn't a quick "reach-and-grab" kind of rescue.
I was going to have to move the bed to get to his precious toy car.
I started by moving the footboard, then shuffling his bedding to the side, then moving the footboard again. Tummy crawling under the bed, I inched my way to the car...almost there...GOT IT!
"Jack! I got your car!" I cried out, only to discover that during my retreival operation, Jack had left the room...shutting and locking the door behind him.
In most situations, this wouldn't be a problem, just unlock the door from the inside and get out, right?
Well, if you know Jack, he tends to wander, which is why we had to put a special lock on the outside of his door to ensure that he doesn't sneak out of his room in the middle of the night.
I found myself locked inside my 3-year-old's room.
I was at the mercy of Jack...our mischievious and percocious toddler.
My pleas started out sweetly, "Jack, will you please open the door for Mommy?"
No answer.
"Jack, unlock the door please."
Jiggle...Jiggle...Jiggle.
"I locked the door, Mommy. Can't get it open."
Ugh!
"Jack, please go get Sophia so she can unlock the door."
"Phia...Mommy's door locked. Can't get out."
No answer.
"Phia not coming, Mommy. I go get candy."
Silence.
After several minutes of me yelling for help and pounding on the door, Sophia finally did figure out that her help was needed and rescued me...with Jack by her side.
I realized during my time in lock-down, that I could either fret about the time being wasted, or worry about what the kids would do if I wasn't there to save or stop them. Those were my first thoughts, believe me! But then I decided to listen to the way Jack & Sophia talked out the problem.
Jack asked nicely for Sophia's help.
He asked if I was OK in there.
When Sophia finally came to my aid, she showed Jack how to unlock the door (Heaven-forbid it happen again).
And Jack apologized for locking me in.
I found myself sitting on the locked-side of the door, with a huge grin on my face as my kids worked together to get me out. They were kind and tender to one another. No panic. No yelling. No blaming. A job needed to get done and they did it.
I guess I could learn a lesson from these 2. Sometimes, you get locked-out in life. Sometimes, what you want or need is on the other side of a locked door and you've got to pull all your resources to get it.
Sometimes you need to ask for help. Sometimes you need a candy break.
But be persistent, be kind, and NEVER lock the door unless Mom is on the outside with you!