Written by: Jenny
My husband was out of town. My three-year-old son, who has done SUCH a great job of staying in his own bed after a roller coaster few months of night terrors was snuggled upstairs. My daughter, five, had made her way down to my bed as she sometimes does when daddy is out of town. She was cuddled up next to me. Oscar, our 87 pound Boxer was snoring away in his doggy bed. House alarm - set.
4:20 a.m., our doorbell started ringing -- about 10 times in a row. Followed by a series of pounding knocks. I sat straight up in bed -- my little girl holding on to me for dear life.
Was it a neighbor in trouble?
Was it a killer?
Was it my imagination?!
I bolted to the door - not about to answer it, but to try to get a peek of who was on the other side. I didn't see anyone.
We have the Ring doorbell system. I quickly grabbed my phone to see video of what just happened. Who was at the door and why!?
A boy who appeared to be in his late teens. A prank. Ding Dong Ditch. I guessed. I hoped.
My husband, away on business in Arizona was awakened by the alert on his phone from Ring. Panicked because he was thousands of miles away, knew what was happening but couldn't do anything about it even if he wanted to.
I called the police to have them check things out - just in case.
My babies are my world. I'm their mama. It's my job to protect them - even if that means making a potentially unnecessary call to 911. I can't apologize for it. The kind officer on the other end of the phone was with me. I sensed she was a mommy too. She got it.
The police came. We were safe. No sign of the pranksters.
I was a teen once. I never did the ol' Ding Dong Ditch, but I made my share of prank phone calls and an assortment of other really stupid things. I get it. Kids do that stuff.
But, in 2016 - kids can't. They just can't. It's a different time. A different world.
Not saying that I would have pointed the trigger at someone just for ringing my doorbell at four in the morning. But ya know what? Someone out there in the world likely would have. That teen, while completely annoying, could have lost his life over a joke.
Am I being over-dramatic? When I posted his photo (Ring allowed me to capture it), many sympathized and agreed with my feelings on the subject. But, some didn't. Some said I was making too much of the situation. Chill out. Get over it.
I make no apologies. I am a mama bear.
And my point really was not to get a kid in trouble. My point was to warn him and explain why you just can't do stuff like that in today's world. You just can't.
I found out later in the day that it wasn't just my house, he made a visit to a neighbor and then to a nearby neighborhood. No one could identify him. Case closed.
I took down my social media post about the situation because it got plain ugly. Again, many understood. Many said they would have reacted the same way. Some felt it was all blown way out of proportion. Arguments ensued. Nasty words were exchanged. It needed to be deleted because that's not the way I roll.
We must be kind to one another - even if we disagree. And we are going to disagree!
I'm glad it's over. I'm glad my kiddos were finally able to go to sleep peacefully tonight -- even though it was not an easy tuck-in. They were frightened. They now feel slightly unsafe in their home. I fear the night terrors and other sleep issues will return. We had made such progress.
My sweet five-year-old, wise beyond her years, little girl looked up at me and said, "Mommy, it's just too bad he didn't knock on our door when the sun was out, that way we could have opened it for him."
Her innocence. Her sweet heart.
I don't know what happens to us as we get older, but we lose that. I wish we could somehow get it back. Little ones have it right in so many ways.