I also don't really totally understand why all this "gorilla" business has me so enraged. It just does. I've been going through a lot lately. I'm sensitive. I do understand that it is easy to judge when you have absolutely no idea what someone is going through. It's easy to judge when it might make you feel better about your own situation.
I get it. I get all of that on a level that some may never understand.
I guess I also want people to understand that I know that I am I'm complaining about people needing to find better things to do with their time then complain all while I am also complaining...
yesterday when my friend Laura posted a similar link from youtube that I can't figure out how to share.
I also know that sometimes kids wander for no reason at all. Rye did. I lost him at the City Museum. He was five. I didn't tell anybody about it for a long time. I didn't even tell Scott how bad it was until later. Days later. At that time in our life it was just better for me to carry the load, the worry, and the embarrassment. In someways it still is I guess.
I've told some of you my "city museum" story but if you've heard it you're a good friend and I guarantee I haven't told you all of it until now.
"Mrs. Shade we need to take this seriously, if he is not inside then we need to take all of the necessary precautions."
"OK, I understand. Please find my boy. His name is Rye."
I was conditioned. Rye wandered from me at parks, at Walmart, in almost every social setting I had ever taken him to since he was old enough to walk. I'm willing to bet that it was nearly 25 or 30 minutes before I panicked enough to ask for help.
I finally panicked.
There he was, outside, probably 40 feet in the air inside an airplane, perfectly safe and happy in every possible way.