When I was a young girl, I locked myself in my parents’ bathroom. There were many times in the future that this would have been done purposefully, but this instance was not. The lock malfunctioned when I happened to be inside, and I couldn’t get out.
I was frantic, my mom was frantic. Being a little kid full of drama, I began to cry, assuming I’d be trapped in the bathroom forever. After trying everything we could, my mom eventually had to call someone to set me free. And she was there, my mom, appearing relieved just as I was when I was able to emerge.
What goes around, comes around.
Yesterday, Jedi was complaining about his door. “It keeps creaking open”, he whined. So when I rose out of bed that morning, I dug around our miscellaneous items drawer when I came away with an unused lock latch. Feeling remarkably useful so early already, I screwed it in place. Then tried to close the door.
It was tight. Very tight. That should have been my first clue to abort mission. I wiggled and finagled the door closed, however, with Jedi still in bed watching Spongebob, though it took a lot of prodding. And it stayed securely closed. And wouldn’t open.
I had flashbacks from that bathroom at that very moment.
He wasn’t in that bedroom nearly as long as I had been trapped with a toilet, but it was still enough for me to panic. Eventually, I did my best roundhouse kick to the door and he was set free. And there I was, Jedi’s mom, seemingly more relieved than he was when he was able to emerge. Because he didn’t. The lazy lump stayed in bed like nothing had happened.
Still, it’s nice to know there are mothers to get their kids out of tricky situations. Even if those mothers may be the ones who get their kid in the tricky situation to begin with.
To all the moms out there, Happy Mother’s Day!