Motherhood has a way of reminding you that control is mostly an illusion.

This week, our three year old reminded me of that in the most heart stopping way possible.

She went on her first adventure.

Alone.

Somewhere between a normal moment and the next, she slipped out the front gate. I don’t know if it was curiosity, bravery, or simply the unstoppable spirit that lives inside every small child who believes the world is theirs to explore.

One moment she was with me.

The next moment she wasn’t.

If you’ve ever experienced that split second when your brain realizes your child is not where they should be, you know the feeling. It is cold and electric and immediate. Your mind races faster than your feet can move.

I called her name.

Nothing.

I checked the yard.

Nothing.

And then the panic started to rise.

Because motherhood is beautiful, but it is also the constant, quiet understanding that your whole heart exists outside your body, walking around in tiny shoes.

While my mind spun through every terrible possibility, that child of ours was simply… exploring.

Just a few doors down.

Thankfully, she didn’t encounter any danger. She encountered kindness.

Some wonderful neighbors saw a small curly headed adventurer wandering the neighborhood and did what good humans do. They kept her safe and made sure she wasn’t alone while I raced to find her.

By the time I got to her, she was completely calm. Probably wondering why I looked like I had just run a marathon with my heart in my throat.

To her, it had been an adventure.

To me, it had been the longest few minutes of my life.

There is a strange duality in parenting a child like mine. She is fearless. Curious. Independent in a way that both amazes me and terrifies me.

And while my instinct is to protect her from the entire world, another part of me knows that her bold spirit is exactly what will carry her through life.

Still, we will absolutely be reinforcing the gate situation.

Because motherhood is a balance between raising brave children and keeping them alive long enough to grow up.

This week reminded me of two things.

First, that it truly takes a village. I am deeply grateful for the neighbors who saw our little girl and stepped in without hesitation.

Second, that these tiny humans we raise are already becoming their own people. Adventurers. Explorers. Curious little souls who want to see what’s around the corner.

Sometimes that corner is just a few houses down.

And sometimes it gives their mom a mild heart attack.

But it ended the best way it possibly could have.

Our daughter safe in my arms.

My heart slowly returning to my chest.

And a gate that will definitely be getting a better latch.

Love y’all,

Meig