A mother’s worst nightmare happened to me yesterday. I lost Dionne while we were shopping in the supermarket. She and Paolo went off to the noodles section on their own while I was stupidly examining the label on an eye cream.
Of course I was imagining that my daughter had been snatched and because she was darn pretty, anybody can put her up for adoption. What more, Dianne seemed worried about her “missing” twin sister. After ten minutes of my panic attack, the intercom blared:
Paging the mother of a four-year old girl wearing pink jeans and pink sandals, please proceed to the customer service counter now.
My kids are getting to be more and more independent and I am not bringing them in droves to the supermarket/ shopping mall/ bazaar again.