I am so enjoying Owen walking except…I’m not used to him having the freedom to choose his own direction when we are out in public. For instance, last night after church he wanted to walk. I was all for this because I get very tired of carrying him and all his baggage as well as my things. Kris had not gotten out of church yet so we walked down the hallway outside the sanctuary to a place where we could wait for him. As church let out, doors were opening and people were streaming out in a hurry, I felt that Owen would get trampled if I didn’t change course somehow so I told him to stop…he didn’t…I grabbed his hand and stopped him…he screamed at the top of his lungs. Everyone within earshot turned to stare at the bratty kid. I was embarrassed. I wanted to pop him right there but my other hand was holding a CD I had brought for someone and I haven’t learned the art of spanking with one hand. I couldn’t just drop everything because then all of that would be trampled. I felt like I was in the middle of a Southwest Airlines commercial. “Wanna get away?” I grabbed him up as best I could and headed back toward the nursery, him screaming the entire time. We met Kris on the way back down the hall and that distracted him enough to calm him down but we are going to work on following orders.
A soul that walks on water leaves no footprints, but will make waves."
Even at the stage Dean is at, he gets a bit distracted sometimes and will wander in the opposite direction if he’s not holding my hand. The day will come when we won’t be so loaded down with “stuff”, won’t have to hold someone’s hand or carry them, and won’t need carseats. I can’t even fathom how free I will feel the first time I run an errand under those circumstances. Of course, by that point, I’ll be a little sad over how my children have “grown up”.