The Story of a Little Girl Lost

I was grocery shopping yesterday.  It’s not an uncommon occurrence, of course.  I have a family to care for and feed, and part of that requires… you know, buying food.  I was standing in the baby aisle, comparing labels and getting formula for Eudora.  A little girl came up to me.

She was a beautiful little girl.  Her hair was cut short, but it was a gorgeous shade of black with gentle waves.  Her eyes were warm and dark; she was a lovely, angelic looking little girl.  She walked right up to me and said, “Mommy?”

She was surely three years old or so.  Of course she was old enough to know that I most certainly wasn’t her Mommy.  I looked down at her and asked, “Did you lose your Mommy?”

She looked up at me with those innocent and trusting dark eyes and nodded her head.

I smiled and held my hand out to her.  She slipped her tiny brown hand in mine as I said, “Let’s go find her.”

Fortunately, we were only an aisle or two away from her mother.  Her mom hadn’t even realized that the little girl had wandered off.  She clearly had her hands full with another child.  (No judgment here; I’ve had moments of my own when Andy wandered off.)  When we saw her mommy, the little girl let go of my hand and raced down the aisle towards her mother.  She cheerfully waved at me when she was back with her mother, and her mother seemed quite happy that her daughter had chosen me to latch onto.  Not, of course, because her mother knew me.  She didn’t; we’d never seen each other before.  It was because I had patiently stopped my shopping and helped her daughter go back to where she belonged.

The little girl just amazed me.  When you looked into those dark eyes, there was such a warmth and innocence that made it clear she’d never, ever experienced anything bad and had no idea that bad things even existed… let alone happened to little girls.  I’m glad that I was able to return that little girl to her mother.  I hope that her being returned to her mother so quickly and painlessly was enough to help her keep that innocence even longer.

I’m sure a time will come when Norton and Eudora get lost in the store.  It happened to me when I was a little girl, and a nice lady (she seemed like a giant to my three year old self) held my hand as she returned me to my parents.  I hope that every child who gets lost in the store is able to find a friendly giant to help her get back to her parents.

Have you ever been the little child lost?

About Suzi

Suzi is an American ex-pat living in British Columbia. She's a cloth diaper addict, wife, mom of three, and President of the Prince George chapter of Cloth for a Cause.

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