April 11, 2014 | Posted in: Family
Not that I want to call them miracles … but I am watchful of inexplicable events that happen around me. And I’m just wondering out loud if anyone else watches for, sees them, and thinks on them, too. Some are good. Some are scary good. Like the day we were going to our place in Mexico, an eight hour drive from our home.
Pulling our travel trailer for the long drive down, my husband and I came up with an idea we thought was just plain smart. We sent our young college aged friend, Lisa, and our two children, Greg, 5, and Chelsea, not quite 2, to ride in the trailer so the kids could take a nap. We had a CB radio so we could talk to one another in the event they needed anything. Everything was, as they say, “All good.”
About an hour later, knowing the children were fast asleep, a car passed us with the driver and the passengers frantically waving their arms, trying to get our attention, while pointing to our trailer and yelling, “Stop! Stop! You’ve got a problem!!!” As this was happening Lisa’s dead calm voice came on the CB saying, “Boss, would you pull over please?” (serious emphasis on “please”).
We pulled over as quickly as we could. Thinking we must have a flat tire to fix, we walked back to the rig. When we opened the door to the trailer we found Lisa standing by the door. Our son was tucked in as close to her side as possible and our daughter in her arms. She was crying and shaking and clinging to our baby for dear life. Greg had a wide-eyed, mildly panicked look on his face. Chelsea on the other hand, was all smiles. It was an odd scenario to say the least.
Turns out this could have been the worse day of our life.
When we put our Baby Girl down for her nap, we didn’t give it a second thought that there was a window with an emergency exit handle in her bed. There was zero clearance between the mattress and the window. In other words, the mattress ended where the window began. No lip. No nothing. (A testament to the fact that sometimes we humans don’t think things through.) And, while hurtling down the road, with nothing to keep her from falling out the window, our Baby Girl pulled the bright red handle that begged to be pulled and … Boom! … the wind caught the window and ripped it off the trailer.
It was at this point we grew weak in the knees. The sobering, dawning realization of why those people were so frantic. The metal. The broken glass. The little hand waving out the window. Lisa a shaking mass of sheer panic and fear. Life in the balance. Explicable.
But I’m not writing today about the explicable stuff of life … I’m writing about the inexplicable.
Inexplicably our Baby Girl didn’t get pulled out through the window by centrifugal force and thrown on a busy highway. A tragedy of epic proportions. A horrible accident that would have destroyed all our lives. One inexplicably terrible idea led to one inexplicably impossible miracle.
As I look back on it today it’s obvious to me there’s a REASON people, especially babies, should never, under any circumstance ride in travel trailers being pulled down the highway. And, obviously, there is a God. It was His hand that covered the window. His hand that protected our baby. His hand that saved our lives.
Our Baby Girl celebrates her 30th birthday this coming Sunday. With the exception of our learning a very powerful lesson in child safety, very little has changed since that miraculous day. We’re happy to say she never held it against us. She continues to thrill us when she flashes that smile. And we thank our God that she inexplicably chose us to be her parents.
Happy birthday, Chelsea Baby.
We explicitly love you. More.