Ever had the "heart-stopping, blood turned cold, bone-chilling" parental moment where you know your child barely escaped major harm and injury? Yesterday....I had one of those
moments with Silas.
See anything interesting?
Yes, that is a folding hunting knife! I stumbled across this scene as I was headed to change out the laundry. There it was, just casually laying amidst the rest of Silas's toys like it always belonged there. I can't begin to describe the fear that gripped me the moment I saw it, frozen in complete horror....chills running down my spine. At the same time I could hear Silas giggling at something he was playing with, I was haunted by horrible images of what could have happened to him..(i.e, falling on the knife or slicing himself, or losing a finger or an eye)! After the shock wore off and I made sure that Silas had all 10 fingers and toes, gratitude sunk in deep and heavy as I hugged him so close he could barely breathe.....then I had a serious and stern conversation about with him about how dangerous knives are. Soon guilt was knocking on my heart.....WHERE on earth did he find it, and WHY didn't I know he was in trouble when I was just a few minutes and a few steps away from him? After all I am his mother, and his safety is my responsibility, I am not blameless. In the end it was a close call, an eye-opening experience and a big sigh of relief for me. I am also very happy to report that he did not destroy anything during his inquisitive discovery. I haven't found any puncture holes in my couch or chairs or pillows, but that doesn't mean I haven't stopped looking!

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