Getting lost.

I was at the YMCA last week to teach a kids yoga class that Landon is in with me. I left him in the room with a counselor to go get my stuff. When I returned 10 minutes later, Landon was no where to be found and the counselor had no idea he was missing-that sent out an alert among the staff-we all know what to do-drop everything and find the kid. It took a few minutes and quite a few staff, but finally a member heard a little child screaming for his mommy in the bathroom. Landon had run to the bathroom without telling anyone-couldn't reach the light switch and couldn't open the door himself-it is very heavy. I have no idea who the member was that found him, but want to send a great big GOD BLESS YOU! I was very calm when it happened, but later that night I about had a meltdown. Until (not unless) it happens to your child, you have no idea how it feels, but every parent will experience it at some point. Luckily, we were at a safe place where everyone knows him. It happened to my brother when we were at Disney World, I was worried, but now I can't imagine how bad it was for my sister-in-law. My niece was only gone for a minute, but it seemed like forever. The night it happened, Landon came to me and said "Mommy, I was yelling for you. You should have been there." How heart-breaking is that! It did lead to a good conversation about what to do if he gets lost and can't find me. He started to learn our phone number but then decided he needed to have his own and made up a number. Not sure what country code he was using, but I bet it would cost a fortune to place that call!