We had gone into the gift shop to buy a few essentials like sunblock, and I was browsing for souvenirs. My husband left us to it, since he was going to bring the car around from a car park two miles away. Once I was ready to make my purchases, I found myself having to wait. My daughter was fussing and needing to be held, while my son was wandering around the store. I wasn't hugely happy with the latter, but it was better than the former: he wasn't actually hurting anything and he was at least entertaining himself. It seemed like it would be giving myself too much stress to try and make him stay by me.
By the time I paid, I was aware that I hadn't seen him for awhile, but I was convinced he'd got absorbed in something within the shop and was hoping it wasn't mischief. I called him, and my daughter echoed me, but we got no answer. Walking around the (small!) gift shop, I found his hat left in the toy section which was a
pretty nasty moment (not to mention his bright orange hat was one of the
easiest ways to spot him).
What actually happened was that my son lost track of me and came to the conclusion that I must have left the shop without him. He went out and headed back up towards the trail we'd just walked down. Thankfully, he either stopped some women
or they stopped him, and he told them where he had last seen me. They
caught up with me just as I was about to report his disappearance to some lodge staff.
While I managed to stay calm throughout, I have rarely been so relieved.
Mostly though, I'm just so grateful that he remembered where we had been and was able to communicate that. I'm sure that the chances of him coming to actual harm were pretty slim, but the chances of me personally finding him on the trail would have been virtually nil. I had my daughter slowing me down and no real clue as to which way he'd gone. We could have been separated for much longer before staff and bystanders reunited us and even that level of trauma just doesn't bear thinking about. However rationally I could tell myself that he was probably fine and in no danger, there was always that awful niggle at the back of my mind that I couldn't be sure. For my son's part, he was shaken enough by the experience as it was.
Well done for staying calm...but it must have been pretty scary. I hope it doesn't haunt you!
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness, that is scary! For you and for him. I'm glad he turned up safe and quickly. Makes me think I ought to coach E in what to do if she can't find me.
ReplyDeleteOH MY GOODNESS. Oh that awful niggle. I shudder just thinking about it. I hadn't heard about the "find a mama" approach, but it makes so much sense! Must start working on that as soon as possible. Some times I wish I could just tie them to me forever.
ReplyDeleteI'm going to be employing a new method of "return to mother if lost" tomorrow when we are in the huge crowds. Going to write my phone number on their upper arms and if we get separated tell them to look for a Mom (as above) or a cop and pt to the phone number!
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