At church, school and basically all public venues, I am ever vigilant and constantly on edge. I have an eight year old that has no sense or healthy fear of his surroundings. He takes off on Sunday mornings and I just hold my breath.
My two year old teeters between complete reliance on me and the brink of independent adulthood. A perfect example of this occurred tonight. We were walking through a parking lot. I insisted he hold my hand. He adamantly would not and was pulling away from me with all his might. (I won this battle). A few minutes later, he was clinging to me for dear life.
Please tell me I am not the only mom that has this animosity towards parking lots!
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