Yesterday my friend had the baby girl she's been wanting for a long time. My job to help made her delivery a success was the pick up her Kindergarten-aged son from school.
Her son and my son go to different elementary schools, so I knew this was going to be a challenge. I enlisted the help of another friend to pick up my L from Pre-K at 3:00, and man am I glad I did. I get my son from school, then Phia, R2 and I drove to the next elementary school to pick up our friend. Only he wasn't there.
I walked to the pick-up area, he wasn't there. I went to the office. He wasn't there. The ladies in the office had the note taken by the secretary saying I would be picking up this little boy. They put a note in the teacher's box, and yet still he wasn't there. He wasn't with after-care, he didn't come in with the other kids that didn't get picked up.
At this point, I'm freaking out and I'm not going to wait any longer.
"Do you think it's possible he walked home? He lives close by," I suggested.
"Does he usually walk home alone?"
"NO! He's in Kindergarten, he walks home with his mother but she's having a baby. I'm driving to his house to look for him, I'll be back."
"Please call us," they said.
"I will, or I'll be back here without him."
I rush back to the car carrying Phia.
"Mommy, why are you like running? Are you scared?" R2 asks me.
"No, honey, I'm not scared. I'm just worried that your friend might be scared if he's home alone. So I want to get him as soon as possible so he's not scared."
I was very scared. A million possibilities ran through my head. How would I tell his mother that her son was missing after she just gave birth? What if he's hurt? What if someone picked him up?
I frantically called his mother and left her a voicemail. My voice was shaky, I didn't know what to say.
"Your son was not at school when I came to get him. I'm at your house and the Sheriff is with me looking for him."
Silently, I am praying that he walked home and is sitting around waiting for someone to let him inside. The school's deputy shortly arrives behind me. There's a note on the door, our friend is at a neighbor's house. Thank God. My heart stopped rushing just a little bit. I called his mother again to let her know that she should just delete my frantic message and that everything was O.K. The Sheriff finds him at the house down the street, he comes to the car are smiley, no clue that I just had a mini heart attack.
"You cannot walk home without Mommy or another adult that Mommy tells you is picking you up," I gently scolded him.. Then I gave him a hug.
Please, if you ever ask me to pick up your kid, make sure the teacher or you tells him that I'm coming, because I don't think I could take another missing child in my lifetime.