I worried about the steps leading down to the basement of our new house until my husband put a latch high on the door where Ben, nearly two, couldn’t reach.
One afternoon, I busied myself with chores while Ben napped. Hurrying downstairs to the basement, I grabbed some meat out of the freezer chest. When I put my hand on the banister to go back up, I saw Ben standing at the top.
“Wait, Ben,” I said quickly. “Mommy’s coming.” God, keep him safe till I get to him. Before I even moved, Ben took an unsteady step forward and started to fall headfirst down the stairs.
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