I’ve mentioned before that all three of my kids beat to their own drummer, and often wander off into their own little dreamworld. This quality affects many areas of our family communication, and most commonly when we are all trying to get moving in one direction. I find myself constantly surveying the surrounding area for a Lost Scroggins wandering aimlessly, and looking at something of specific interest to him or her, absolutely clueless.
Oh, how I would love to just walk down the street knowing each person was responsible for their own pace, and for keeping the “group” in sight. I see other families that seem to stay together without any effort, and I’m so jealous. I’ve even hidden in a corner watching one of my kids seem to get “lost,” just to see their plan of action. Most of the time the minutes tick by, and they haven’t even noticed their independence. Plan Backfire. So, I keep a corner eye on my little lovlies at all times, reminding them of this scary place that “lost” could be.
BUT! Today might have been a turning point for one of the Smaller Scroggins Clan. While we were out and about, my older two found themselves a few paces behind me, my husband, and the stroller. It didn’t take long for us to check back and notice they weren’t in our line of sight. Since this is a common issue, we didn’t immediately panic, but went into a plan of action where I stood in one area, and my husband began The Search.
But, this time, it took too long.
I was almost in cardiac arrest by the time he turned the corner with two bleary-eyed, shaky children, grateful to have me in their line of sight. I don’t think I’ve ever received such warm and loving hugs from those two, but I took the moment to really pound in the lesson of STAYING TOGETHER. I hope this time, it sticks.
And, I think it did with my oldest. She never let go of my hand for the rest of the day, and showered me with kisses, hugs, and grateful feelings of being “found.” I’m thinking it might have been life-changing-dare I hope?
I’ve still got another kid that wandered off at least three more times before we put the day to rest. Hopefully, my heart will hold out just a little longer.