My husband came home early from a business trip. When someone knocked claiming to be him, my 8-year-old froze and whispered, “Mom, that’s not Dad.” We hid—then everything changed.

Such a small thing. Something I’d never noticed in years.

Since then, I’ve learned something I won’t forget:
familiarity doesn’t always mean safety and sometimes, children notice what saves lives.

So I’ll ask you this:

Would you have opened the door?
Or would you have listened to the fear you didn’t yet understand?