I always remember being at the park and one of my kids had a sleepover and was not there. You have a moment of panic when you are counting heads and one is missing. You start to run around look for your missing child, only to remember that they are somewhere else, perfectly safe. Is there any worse feeling that not finding your child?
So I will share how I lost one of my kids. Nothing is more terrifying. I only had Tyler and a friend and I met halfway at a park to visit. I was not familiar with the park and the kids went off to play. Michelle and I were talking and suddenly, I look up, and no Tyler. You know those scenes in the movies where they pan the whole park and the music swells and there is no child. That was me on that day. Michelle tells me not to panic, but I do. I look to the parking lot to make sure he is not being stuffed into a trunk. I start running around and yelling his name. I ask other people if they have seen him. Suddenly, he pops out of one of those covered slides. He had been hanging out in the shade and wondered what all the fuss was about. The whole process took about two minutes, but I will never forget it.
Have you ever lost a child? Will you admit it?
I know Tyler is not being kidnapped this week, he is doing God's work. That being said, I miss my kid. Love him too. And I sit here hoping he is missing me, just a little bit.
God bless you and yours.
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