This is what he was doing this afternoon, and I settled in with my laptop and books to write. In the background, I his hollers and jabbering let me know where he was, and I began to follow a train of thought in my paper. As I finished typing that paragraph, I noticed... quiet.
I glanced up.
He wasn't in front of the tv.
I called his name.
My mind began to race.
I got up and tried to find him. an open gate on the staircase up to the bedrooms stops my heart. I called his name.
Then...from somewhere upstairs, a giggle.
I raced up the stairs to find him very happily playing on the floor of my room. My heart rate is finally slowing down and I'm grateful that he's ok, but I realize now, all parents of toddlers are a little bit afraid of the quiet.