Sunday, March 1, 2009

Sunday Scribbling - Lost

Sunday Scribbling #152 -- Lost

Gotten lost in the woods? Driving? Lost a child in a store? Lost something else of value -- found it again? Lost souls, lost innocence . . . write about the word "lost."


When my youngest Daughter was born, one of the stuffed toys she got from her grandparents was a small pony made by Fisher-Price. By the time she was 6 months old, this was the only toy she took with her everywhere she went.

Of course, because Pony was such a well-loved toy, he started to become worn from too many washings. It was torture waiting for Pony to go through, first the washing machine and then the dryer.

One afternoon, when my Daughter was almost two years old, we had gone on our weekly shopping trip - Wal-Mart, Kroger, and the Dollar General. Daughter always enjoyed riding in the "buggies," and Pony always had a place of honor, strapped into the shopping cart with her.

As children are won't to do, Daughter wanted everything she could reach from her cart. In Wal-Mart, it was usually crackers or suckers that kept her occupied. In the Kroger store, it was usually grapes or juice boxes that kept her under control.

On this particular day, we were home and had all the shopping bags unpacked, because we learned we had a problem. It was Daughter's naptime, and Pony was no where to be found!

I remember fastening the safety strap around the two of them in Wal-Mart, but I had no recollection of doing the same thing in Kroger. I ran back out to the car and searched everywhere, but no Pony.

Because this was a Saturday, my Hubby got back in car and drove to town. He searched the parking lots of both stores and check with the services desks. He left his name and phone number with each store, praying someone would find Pony and turn him in.

Back at home, I was trying without much success to calm my upset child. After what seemed like hours of crying, she finally cried herself to sleep. But a two hour nap didn't solve our problems.

The rest of that fateful Saturday was miserable for all of us. Daughter would not be consoled and she asked for Pony almost every minute. In a moment of deparation, Hubby went back to Wal-Mart with thoughts of buying a replacement for Pony. Unfortunately, no replacement could be found.

Bedtime that night was pure hell, and Daughter finally cried herself to sleep again, refusing to be comforted by me or her daddy.

Then, lo and behold, when we woke up on Sunday morning, there was a message from Kroger's. Someone had found a stuffed animal in a shopping cart in the parking lot and had turned it into the service desk. Praying this was Pony, Hubby made another trip into town. By this time, Daughter was awake and asking for her beloved Pony.

Hubby got back home less than 20 minutes later, proudly holding Pony in his hands. Dirty and battered, but looking little worse for the wear, Daughter was so happy to see Pony. I didn't have the heart to take him away from her, even for a thorough washing.

Needless to say, we put everyone in the family on the lookout for a replacement Pony. Luckily, my mom was able to find an identical Pony at a local yard sale. From that moment on, I knew I had a back-up Pony, and I would interchange these two so that Daughter never had to be without Pony again.

Daughter was probably 5 years old before she quite sleeping with Pony and taking him everywhere she went. He has been lovingly stored away, awaiting the time when he will be loved again. I have plans to have Pony placed in a shadow box to give to my Daughter when her first child is born.


Penny said...

That is a sweet story. It is lucky that you managed to get Pony back, did you ever need the backup? What a great gift for your daughter in the future :) Unfortunately my own 'Pony' was never recovered, but luckily I recovered!

Anonymous said...

it was soo sweet .... n i guess ur daughter will surely love to see pony back !!

Alisa said...

Great story! Children's “lovey’s” are so special...She’ll be glad you kept it for her.

Fledgling Poet said...

This was so sweet to read...I think every parent can relate to this situation. The same thing happened to my daughter and her stuffed elephant when she was about four. Sadly, we never found it but we convinced her it had probably been adopted by another loving boy or girl who was lucky enough to find it. This seemed to help! Thank you for sharing this memory with a happy ending.

Tumblewords: said...

Sweet story!

paisley said...

don't you sometimes wish we as adults could carry a special friend along at all times to make us safe??

what an adorable story,, and the whole way thru i was praying you would find a pony clone at some point!!!

Anonymous said...

me too i kept wishing that PONY would be found and the end would be positive and you gave me my wish :D

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floreta said...

i loved the story and to what great lengths you tried to find the pony!