My Mom of the Year Award

Many of my friends have written about their “Mom of the Year” (not) awards, and I thought I’d toss my own story out there. It’s incredibly hilarious now, and in fact I barely remember anything about it because it was such a little blip, but it really could have turned out badly. In retrospect, I view it in my head like part of some 80s sitcom: all’s well that ends well.

J was just a toddler of two. I do remember that. I remember that I was home with the boys but I can’t remember if Jim was home.

Wow, this is a great story.

I don’t remember what I was doing around the house. I feel confident that, whatever it was, it did not involve cleaning in any shape or form but since I can’t remember, let’s pretend that I was polishing the silver or cleaning the tile grout with a toothbrush.

I don’t remember what D, almost five years old, was doing at the time.

It gets better and better, huh?

What DO I remember? I remember there being a knock on my front door. I remember the huge twenty-something guy, the one who often played basketball with other huge twenty-something guys across the street and a couple doors down, standing there at my door…WITH my two-year-old.

I remember him saying, “Is this yours?”

I remember me saying, “Oh my gosh! Yes! Thank you so much!”

Yes, that’s right. My two-year-old got out the front door, crossed the street, and decided to join the basketball game. Without asking me OR remembering that he was TWO, for goodness sakes.

Color me embarrassed.

Cue cheesy laughtrack.


  • Baby News

    Oh, yes, that definitely could have gone badly. BUT, it happens….when I was two, I woke from my nap, pushed a chair to the door, unlocked it, and walked 2 blocks to McDonalds. The story goes that I then proceeded to ask for fries. The police were called. They took me home and knocked on the door until Mom woke up. Imagine her surprise!

  • michaelsmommy

    Great post!! That is exactly why we put xtra locks on the door when Michael was a baby. A couple of days ago a kid, selling wrapping paper – total obsession, was at the door. Michael went out the back door, climbed up to open the garage door and as I was talking to the kid and his Mom I saw Michael heading out to the street with a bucket of sidewalk chalk!!

  • Michelle

    Uhhhh yeah. This is nothing. I've got a few (including one from this week) that beat you out for that award hands down. And I remember the details 😉

  • WeaselMomma

    We all have those Mother of the Year Moments from time to time. I'm just glad it turned out okay. "Is this yours?" just cracks me up.

  • BellaDaddy

    Dang, fortunate for us, our little ones always says it is too hot outside…therfore, she is a diva and wont go out on her own…(and we still keept the door locks up high).

    Hafta commend that young man for doing the right thing.

  • PJ Mullen

    I would have added like seven deadbolts to all the doors and windows after that experience. Love the 'is this yours?' like your son was a missing wallet or something.

  • CK Lunchbox

    I've had this happen a couple times… in a hotel. No clue as to how a 3 y/o could figure out all those locks. He was in search of breakfast which makes it all the worse on my part.

  • DaddysFishBowl

    Oh man, that had to be terrifying. Our littlest one attempts to open the door now, but is too short to reach the deadbolt. I see now that we're going to have to keep a close eye once he grows a few more inches.