Time stands still when you lose your child in a large, crowded place. In June, I lost my son in DisneyLand, the epitome of large, crowded places.
We had just ordered lunch and I led the way to a table. My thirsty son started to put his straw in his juicebox. His task became so challenging for his little five-year-old hands that he had to stop to concentrate.
When he looked up he was alone…
At first, when I turned around and noticed he wasn’t behind me, I wasn’t terribly worried. We were right next to the Star Wars Jedi show and I assumed he had just stepped aside to watch the light saber fight.
But every minute I walked around and called his name, every time that he didn’t answer back, every second I didn’t see him, my heart raced faster and faster and my mind begged me to start the process of completely freaking out.