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When toddlers escape: Bad mom or neglect?


One afternoon about four years ago, I sat in my kitchen drinking coffee with a neighbor when I heard a knock on the door. It was another neighbor. She had my 20-month-old son in her arms.

"I found him downstairs across the street," she said.

Apparently Jack had climbed over the child-safety gate blocking our outside balcony, walked downstairs and headed for the park across the street of our University Family Housing complex.

"When I asked him where you were he pointed upstairs," said my neighbor. "So I thought I should bring him back home."

Talk about a Bad Mommy Moment.

Making it worse was the fact that this was not the first time this had happened. My boy was an escape artist -- the sort of tot who would make for an exit if I took my eyes off of him for even a moment. And I was an overwhelmed, under-rested mom of two with a husband in law school (i.e. out of the picture) and a tendency to let them play unattended. We were in student family housing, after all. There was an enclosed courtyard with gates, and dozens of kids and at least a parent or two outside at all times. Older kids routinely kept an eye on younger ones. In this close-knit neighborhood environment, I had let my guard down.

I thanked her strenuously. I apologized. I stammered. I explained. Guilt, embarrassment, anger, annoyance and terror all crashed around inside me until my two friends reassured me that it was OK. They wouldn't hold this against me. Thank Goodness Maria-Christine, who'd found him, was Brazilian and not a high-strung, morally righteous American. I felt bad enough as it was without feeling judged by the Mom police.

Making the news this week is the story about the toddler who escaped his apartment and took a stroll down a highway -- as cars and big-rigs swerved to avoid him. The mother was found asleep in a nearby apartment. She was arrested and her children (there was another in the apartment with her) were taken by Child Protective Services.

I was as quick to condemn this woman as anyone when I first read the news reports. What a horrible mother! What kind of trash falls asleep in the middle of the day with two little kids running amok?

Well. Um. Me. I can think of several times when my kids were very young and I was exhausted, or sick with the flu, when I passed out for an hour on the couch while they ran unattended. Yes, I closed the door and yes I put on a video to occupy them, and yes, every mother of a two-year-old knows what can happen when a toddler gets bored and you're not watching them.

Toddlers are wild cards. Let's be honest -- unless you're the kind of hovering, ever-vigilant, highly organized mom that I'm not, accidents happen. Toddlers are newly mobile, and suddenly have the brain power to figure things out on their own. How to unlock doors. How to turn on the stove, find the knives you've hidden, climb up to the medicine cabinet, find the one can of poison you have in a back box deep in the recesses of your garage...toddlers get into trouble we can't even plan for. They're walking, talking death-wishes.

So I'm forced to re-examine this story and my reaction to it. Was this woman a bad mom? Unemployed, high, passed out in the middle of the day in front of a blaring TV while her children ran unsupervised? Much was made of the shabby state of her apartment. Were the kids fed? Did they have beds to sleep in and clothes to wear? Was she neglectful? Does she have a history of this sort of thing? Is she even remorseful? We don't get those kinds of details in the news accounts.

What if she is just like you and me? What if she just fell asleep that day - maybe she had the flu currently going around -- that'll knock you out for the day, kids or no. And as for the state of her apartment...now come on. Anyone with small children understands the chaos they wreak and the futility of keeping a place that'll pass the white glove test. My kids are in elementary school now -- no more diapers or sippy cups -- but they still trash the place daily. I take it as a sign of creativity and joie de vivre. (as I write this, they're both sliding down the stairs in a single sleeping bag...). It's long been a joke among my mom friends -- "Sorry for the mess" is the first thing out of our mouths when visiting each other.

When my kids were small, my place was always a mess. And my kids were grubby. Sometimes their noses ran and I couldn't keep up with the mucous. Sometimes they ran around in a T-shirt and a diaper clutching a crust of bread looking to all the world like street urchins.

And the first time Jack got out -- out the door of a shop and into traffic -- before I looked up from the kids shoes I was pricing, looked around, and saw the open door, and then sprinted into the street as the whole world around me went into slow motion -- I remember the feeling. That sickening blend of terror and self-hatred and panic that stayed with me for months after that. I had to sit in my car and calm down for an hour before driving home, with Jack blissfully unaware, sitting safe and sucking a bread stick in his carseat behind me. I sobbed all night that night, clinging to my husband, who tried to assure me that I wasn't a horrible, incompetent mother, and that nothing *did* happen ultimately, and Jack was *not* hit by a car and killed, so stop crying. Just be more watchful with him. Yes. Yes I will, I resolved. I ordered one of those toddler leashes I swore I'd never use the very next day.
Nobody is writing about how this mom is feeling. Her child, her baby boy, could well be dead. Should be dead, but for the Grace of God. Because she wasn't watching and he got out.

It happens all the time. In every neighborhood. To every social class. It happened to me. Twice. But this one got on the national news. Now she's in jail and she's lost her children.

I'm not defending her. But I don't know the details. And without details we can't judge.

Can we, moms?

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