Why Being Stuck Can Be Blessing

Athleticism isn't my gifting. My idea of working out in high school was walking to the parking lot to get into the car. I now like going to work out because I feel better after, but it's been a long process to get there. Since neither the husband nor I are particularly gifted at athletic activity I am not surprised that the toddler has a bit of trouble with his motor skills. He's not behind the normal range, but he still can't do fine motor skills such as opening the doors into and around our house. Until yesterday I felt like this was a blessing. I mean hey, if he's going to be a colicky baby then at least he can't escape from his bedroom in the middle of the night right?

As I was doing laundry yesterday I was hiding in the laundry room to avoid hearing our second colicky baby cry in and out through his nap. I then heard a knocking. Having canceled pre-school at 2am while holding the baby, I thought, "Oh, someone just didn't get my e-mail." I ran toward the front door. No one was there.

I heard more knocking and then, "Mommy, I'm stuck!"

Jiggle, jiggle. knock knock. I looked around.

"STUCK MOMMY! STUCK!" I saw the door to my bedroom closed.

Jiggle jiggle. Knock, knock.

I tried using my ever present bobby pin to no avail. I told the toddler that I was working on it.

"Okay mommy. I'm stuck." Jiggle, jiggle.

I then called the husband. He didn't answer.

I called his office receptionist and asked for my husband's secretary (she loves me, she really does).

The husband called me back and chuckled. "I knew this would happen someday. Go to your mom desk and there is a small screwdriver."

I got the flat head driver and did just as the husband told me and voila. The toddler was free and ran off to play unfazed and perfectly happy.

Maybe it is still a blessing?

After all, I'm just waiting for the day when we hear the toddler talking his adored baby "bruther" awake over the monitor in the middle of the night.