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.
We went to the park and had a good time, but when it was time to go, he gave me a dose of the Toddler From Hell. He didn't want to leave and was mad about not having a vote.
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.
2 comments:
good work, Nana
Been there...done that!!! I remember those days with the grands...you did a good job...and he'll remember that lesson 20 years from now!
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