I accidentally left my cell phone at my son's house yesterday after spending a day with Charlie. It was a tough day for all parties.
I did what I did when his father and uncle were that age- said, "See ya!" and walked away, heart lurching. It took him ten paces to stop asserting himself and call for me.
"Nana! Don't leave me!"
I turned around and told him,
"I'll never leave you, Charlie, you just have to catch up to me is all." And I put down my bag and waited for him.
He did, but he'd worked himself up into a fit of crying that persisted the blessedly short time it took to get back home. A quick wash and a snack with Curious George and he was fine. But we will talk about it next time I see him because I know he'll remember it. I just want to be sure he remembers the instruction and not the fear.