Adventures With George-Thankful
So I had a huge scare last month. It started with an overabundance of rain. I've mentioned before that we live on an island, so when we get enough rain the roads will get washed out at high tide. It was one of those rare occasions when I planned a morning out sans children. George has been riding horses as a form of therapy since he was three. He absolutely loves it and it has done wonders for his core muscle strength and his balance. The woman that owns the farm invites the moms out once and awhile to go riding. I can't always take her up on it but this day one of my good friends who lives close by was able to watch them for me. I dropped them off at her house early that morning and went riding for a couple hours. When I went back to pick them up, the only road out to her house was completely flooded and I realized I would have to park out on the main road and walk, well wade the mile to her house. O.K., I thought, inconvenient but totally doable. I'll just get the carriers out of the back so that I can wear the kids back to the car.
This is where total panic set in because George's Kindercarry was nowhere to be found. I didn't remember bringing it in the house at any point. Where could it be? So I found myself sloshing through knee deep water trying to retrace my steps in my head. I realized that I had used it two days before at the supermarket. Still swimming to my friends house to retrieve my monkeys, I called the store with the hope that someone had turned it in but no such luck. The woman on the phone said no one had turned anything like that in to them.
Complete and utter sadness set in but I had to forgo the tears until after I carried the kids back to the car. What a pill to swallow. I was upset enough about the missing carrier and had to immediately take my first dose of what life would be like without one. I got the kids home and in the playroom distracted with a cartoon so that I could have my meltdown without upsetting them. I cried. I cried hard, not just because I wouldn't have it to carry George anymore, I cried for all the places we took George in it and for all the memories it helped us to make. How could I be so careless as to leave something so important behind in a shopping cart? Sobbing I wrote an apology to the Lift Me Up Mammas. They were wonderful about talking me off the ledge. They suggested that I post a picture and a plea on the Facebook page for our local baby wearing group. I did just that and received an outpouring of positive vibes and well wishes, among them was one mom who suggested that I call the store again. I did. This time a different woman answered and I went into detail about George and how important this carrier was to us. She put me on hold and when she returned she told me it was there. My second flood of the day...relief! With tears of joy drying on my cheeks and a fresh pair of dry pants, I packed the kids back in the car and off we went. When I came out of the store George said, "Mommy, are you hugging my carrier?" "Oh, um, I guess I am, buddy." I'm sure he thought mommy had lost the last of her marbles but I was just so happy to see my friend.
Our Kindercarry has been with us for over a year and a half now. It has gone so many places with us, good and bad, fun things like hiking and not so fun things like hospital stays. I cringe at the idea that it might have been gone forever. I know that eventually he is going to grow out of it and that makes my heart hurt a little but for now it is safe and sound and home where it belongs.
We used it just last week. George and I did a 10k across the Chesapeake Bay Bridge along with 21,000 other runners and walkers. Afterwards I wore George on my back, who was wearing his medal with pride.
Posted on Wed, November 25, 2015