To the missing ‘W,’
Your run is finally over.
The madness you managed to create in our house was monumental. For months my daughter’s alphabet toy had been incomplete. How was she supposed to finish learning her ABC’s when the W was missing?
No wagon, no walrus, no watermelon.
Whelp!
I searched for you, lost sleep over you, and considered offering a reward to anyone that could find you. Many times I silently resolved to give up on you. But then I always caved, because a good Mom doesn’t give up.
I admit, I got way too excited each time I thought of somewhere new to look. Surely today would be the day I found you!
But it never was. You are indeed talented at the game of hide and seek.
This morning I thought I caught a glimpse of you under the toy chest. I moved it, already planning a victory dance in my head. Instead, it was the wooden bunny from a puzzle. I hadn’t even noticed that she was missing yet, since I was still fixated on the W.
So I thought about it for way too long. At that point I was obsessed with finding you. I pictured you in hiding with the lost red crayon and plastic egg that also keep me up at night.
I thought. And I thought…clearly wasting too much time on the matter.
But then the clouds parted as the the following thought came to mind…
How do Moms find anything?
We search the places that someone has promised us they’ve checked.
No socks in the drawer, just check the drawer.
No toilet paper left in the cupboard, just check the cupboard.
No milk left in the fridge, just check the fridge.
It’s a fantastic starting place for every Mom detective.
So I held my breath, and I lowered my stomach to the floor, flash light in hand. Low and behold, there you were, waiting quietly in the darkness beneath the couch. The same couch I was guarenteed had been checked.
Well played W, well played.
Once I find the red crayon and plastic egg, you’re all in timeout.
My Mom is the Worst 