While I was on Flickr the other night my friend Manda mentioned an incident that happened at her school that day. This triggered a horrible memory of a day when Lachie was 3. I journaled about this day when it happened but put it aside to do something with it at another time.
the journaling reads:
What happened this day was the most frightening, panic filled time I ever experienced with you.
To turn around at the end of a normal school day and not be able to find you sent a wave of anxiety through me. I quickly scanned the playground and looked up and down the classrooms, you weren't there.
I started asking parents if they had seen you while trying to keep the panic out of my voice. One parent casually said "is that your son playing in the carpark?" WHAT THE...... Did no-one think to grab you? Playing amongst cars at the end of school, what the hell were these ADULTS thinking?
I raced to the carpark blinded by tears and fear, I was screaming your name, people probably thought I was loony, I didn't care. I grabbed you and hugged you and cried and cried. How did I let this happen? What if someone backed out and didn't see you? In a school of 1500 students, that was one busy road and carpark. I was so angry at myself and the parents that watched you run in and out of the cars and did nothing.
This is a day I will never forget.