Hi! Been a few weeks, I know. I’ve been busy. Don’t judge me.
Alot has happened. My position at work has shifted. My bestie moved into a new place. My kid went on a weekend trip. And, I went to IKEA. So, it’s a wonder you are getting a post at all. It’s shocking that I am not still in IKEA.
That being said, while I was at IKEA – I experienced panic. True panic. And not for the great deals – or sytlish swedish furniture with their fun names. Nope.
I thought my nine year old was kidnapped. Literally. Scariest 45 seconds of my life. And I’m a widow. And that was scarier.
I asked Jacoby to return the shopping cart to the cart corral, (because we aren’t lazy people who leave carts all over the parking lot. It was literally 10 feet from my jeep. I put the last bag in the car, I get in the car, and I don’t see him. Back out we go.
I yell for him.
I full on scream for him. To the top of my lungs.
I am now walking quickly, and then break into a full on run – yelling for him. And then I hear, “MOMMY?”
This boy, is walking out the front door of the store. He took the cart to the front door. You see, he didn’t see a way to get the cart off the sidewalk. So, while I was arranging the bag in the car, he walked by me to the front door. I never saw him. He returned the cart inside.
He thought I saw him. I thought he was kidnapped by a pedophile rapist. What I am saying is this.
You never know what a day will hold. I had a happy ending. But my goodness – it gave me that “lesson” that your whole life can be turned upside down in an instant.
Panic realized. Panic hated.
Love fully. Live fully. Shine on.
I think I missed you. Please, come here more and keep holding onto God. May He strengthen and keep you! From Nigeria.