By: Kacie Bernstein
We had wanted to go to the Kidspace Children’s Museum in Pasadena for a while, and were surprised to find out that it was open on Easter Sunday. We were a little disappointed when it started raining during our drive, but it only lasted a few minutes. The kids were so excited to play on all of the cool new toys and we loved watching their faces light up with such excitement. The day was off to a great start…
My son is extremely adventurous and decided to take part in one of the climbing structures. He made it all the way to the top when his shoe fell off and he proudly looked down and lifted it for us to see. We knew one of us would need to retrieve the shoe, so I graciously volunteered my husband. The climb is definitely not made for adults, but he managed to get our son and the shoe…disaster avoided.
We moved on to a new area and were standing in awe of the very large tarantulas and learning all about different types of bees, and the moment hit: I looked down and realized that my son was missing. I looked at my husband as if we were hiding him and knew where he was. The following three minutes would be the longest of our lives. We immediately went into panic mode and went searching for him. I was not yet screaming at the top of my lungs because I didn’t want to scare my daughter. My heart was racing and I couldn’t help but think the worst. Feeling completely helpless I turned around to see the most amazing sight: my husband holding our son. Our eyes met, sharing our sense of relief. He had wandered off to an area where we had played earlier in the day. I grabbed him and couldn’t stop hugging and kissing him –that was of course in between me explaining that he was never to leave us, ever again. All it took was one second. Life can change in an instant, and I thank my lucky stars that everything turned out okay.