So grateful that common sense seems to have prevailed on the part of the police,
etc. It is terrifying for anyone to have a child wander off, though children
seem to find a way to do so despite the greatest amount of attention, love, and
concern.Equally grateful that this did not end badly for the two
children involved, as sometimes can be the case.
Losing a child briefly can happen so easily. It happened to us when my wife and
3 year old went shooping at the mall while I got my 6 month old into the stoller
to follow. When I arrived at the store I asked my wife where the three year old
was and she said right here and turned around, and no child. Well I was off like
a shot! Luckily it was a Thursday evening and you could have rolled a bowling
ball down the whole length of the mall without hitting anyone. I found him
strolling along looking in store windows just enjoying himself. But I must say
that even 27 years later I still shake in my boots when I recall that incident.
Over 40 years ago, my nephew died because someone asn't paying attentin to
a toddler, so this is a very hard for For me. Obviously, i wasn't a
perfect parent either, and know being a single parent is rife with stress. It
just takes seconds and life can change forever!
My nephew died as a result of people not paying attention to him over forty
years ago. It made me very conscious of my children as a mom, but i wasn't
perfect, either! It just takes a second and lives are changed forever. I also
know being a single mom is a hard, hard situation. We just need to be aware when
children are concerned!
The mentality of a toddler is curiosity, not fear--no fear of water, heights or
dangerous people and it only takes a split-second! It CAN and DOES happen to
most of us who have had children at least once in a mall or other situation. I
am so grateful to read this story as a good reminder for all of us. I am also
grateful for those Samaritan strangers who aren't afraid to do the right
thing when they see a child...so happy for these families that both outcomes
worked out in their favor today. We should all hug our children a little
tighter each day!
A lot of parents tend to turn their children loose when they enter a retailer
like All a Dollar or Hobby Lobby, to roam and wander as if it were a secure
playground. Some parents will give their child a toy when they enter the store
from off of the shelf to play with and pacify them while in the store, only to
discard the slobbered and chewed on toy before leaving, with never an intention
to buy it.One of our clerks heard a crash, and found an 18-month old
toddler playing in the glass with Mom no where in sight. She took the child on
a search for his Mom, and found her on the far side of the store. When told
what happened, the Mom did not thank nor acknowledge the clerk at all. She only
bent down to her toddler and baby-talked to it, "did you break some glassy
glass?", and then walked off. She treated the clerk as if she was some sort
of second class servant. Most never offer to pay for things their kids break
either.Lost kids in stores is far too commonplace, considering the
dangers within our communities.
It is important beyond explaining to keep track of our children, but all kinds
of things can happen even when the best intentions are in place. My favorite
lost child recollection was in Shillitos in Cincinnati. I was there with a
toddler and baby and near an escalator. This was a department store with several
floors so I was trying to shop and keep an eye on the toddler, but realized she
wasn't in sight. After frantically checking the area, I was about to get on
the escalator when I heard a lady say, "The escalator has stopped!"It had stopped, and I wondered if I should go up it anyway. Then the
lady said, "Why here is a little girl back here and she has turned off the
escalator!" Indeed my active toddler was behind a counter, invisible to me,
and she had found the on/off button. We left that store in great haste without
making any purchases. I am always so happy when lost children are found and all
Ohh, Mom In the Trenches, I'm not buyin' that thing about toddlers not
having fears. I remember having plenty of things to be afraid of when I was a
I remember one time when I was around 3 or 4 (about 35-36 years ago) and we went
to our Spanish Fork High School track and they let me play around while they did
some running around the track. Well, somehow while they weren't looking, I
managed to find my way up to a bleacher near the top of a set--before they
installed the guard fences on the ends! Then for some reason I started to hang
over the edge of an end by my hands, arms, and belly!I started to
cry, I think, and one or more of my sisters ran over to me and tried to help me
down safely, just in time! Then my parents saw and heard what was happening and
ran over and added their help and comfort. Then they took me home and rubbed
lotion all over my little belly because my shirt had been pushed up and the part
of my belly that I was hanging by was bare and had been somewhat badly chafed.
But of course the big concern was that I just about fell over the edge! WHEWW!
--Mike A. Christensen
We watched the Luke 2 story once with the missionaries. I think the entire
movie is 5 minutes long. In that time, my 2 year old crawled out of Mom's
lap into the kitchen (the other room) and through the cat door! Down the street
the toddler went. He was picked up by a passing police car who found him
sitting in the middle of the street. The police figured out which house by
communicating with him and knocked on our door just as the movie was ending.
Imagine our surprise to find the police at the door with our son!We
had a visit from some agency after the police reported it, but it went no where
after that. Thankfully.
My 2 year old went missing one cold January morning just after we had moved to a
new house. I opened the front door to find his blanket on the threshold. I ran
up and down the street. No child. I called the police who arrived quickly. They
asked to come into the house so as I went up to the front door I picked up the
blanket. There was my son curled up in such a little ball you couldn't
tell he had been under there and he was sound asleep. He had opened the door
and somehow shut it and couldn't get back in. The policemen thought it was
the funniest thing. I was just relieved and a little embarrassed. 12 years
later I had an officer at the house about a car across the street that had been
left for weeks. He looked around and said, "Aren't you the lady who
thought her son was missing but he was on the porch under a blanket asleep?"
He had been one of the responding officers and, of course, he got a good chuckle
again. I'm so grateful we could laugh about it.