His gee-gee (baby blanket) was wearing out so I made him a new one with streets, parks and gas stations on it. It's the perfect size for lying quietly on the floor while playing Monster Truck Rally...and Godzilla feels more at home stomping vehicles in an urban setting.
Where most little kids have a teddy bear or other stuffed animal...Greg has a beloved T-Rex the size of a small dog that he carries around and sometimes sleeps with. He asked for a G.I. Joe George Washington. I wondered about this strange request until he told me that he wanted Washington to fight T-Rex. Little boys are always asking the timeless question..."if (insert name) and (insert name) had a fight, who would win?"
My Worst Day
Finally, exhausted, I started back towards home. At the vacant lot, two little boys were in the process of dragging the tricycle home with them. They insisted it was theirs...they found it fair and square. I took it away from them and asked them if they had seen Greg. They hadn't.
The sun was going down...the days are much too short the week before Thanksgiving. Lengthening shadows only increased my anxiety. I pictured him cold and frightened, crying for his mother. I couldn't call his dad...he was out of town...and I dreaded calling the police. My fear of making phone calls can be a potentially dangerous handicap. But I had no choice...it was getting dark. I could just hear my neighbors asking "What kind of a mother loses her little boy." Would I get in trouble for losing him?
The police arrived quickly. Asking for a picture of Greg, they talked to me patiently and in a non-judgmental manner. They consoled me that they would probably have him located in a very short amount of time. Some neighbors came out to help, and the search was quickly organized.
About that time, Scotty, our faithful sheltie, came trotting home from the direction of the farmer's junkyard. I felt a thrill of hope...I hadn't seen Scotty since Greg disappeared. "Please look over there," I told the searchers. "I think Scotty was with him. The police and neighbors fanned out through the wrecked cars and within minutes I heard the call, "We have him!"
I sobbed uncontrollably when the teenager who found him put him in my arms. All the terror and panic I had tried to suppress came to the surface at once. It was the worst day of my life...and the best...all at the same time. Greg couldn't resist the giant collection of "bye-byes" rusting in the farmer's field. He must have thought it was "Truck Rally Heaven."