Dec. 21, 2008
I out of control...
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Shopping before Christmas and I made the horrible mommy mistake of going to one too many stores with a tired little boy. It was nap time and he was doing very well as I was hurrying around getting last minute Christmas needs. I asked him, "do you think you will be ok to hit one more store?" "yeah mama, I be ok. I not tired a bit". We get in the store and I remind him, "we are not buying toys. remember Christmas is coming." He says, hopefully, "we look at toys just with eyes, not with hands?" "Lets see how you are behaving while I get these few things". Well, I can see he is about at the end of his rope by about the third aisle as he is grabbing things of the shelves and mocking what I tell him to do--a sure sign that he is tired and soon to loose control. Selfishly, I want to get the last few things quickly (because I hate crowds, waiting in line and shopping at Christmas time in general. I don't want to return to the store until about a week after Christmas). So I risk it. Fool that I am! When he notes that I am not going in the direction of the toy department he begins to object. When I try to explain that I need to go to the food department to pick up some paper towels he begins to whine. He then throws himself down, hits his lip on the cart handle (he used to do this while goofing around each and every time we were in Wal-Mart or Target), starts to cry and bleed. I am thinking about finding a round clothing rack and hiding in it. He then begins to yell "no, i don't want to go with you!" Yeah, THAT is something you want your little one yelling in public. Trying not to make a further scene, I give him my sternest look and squeeze his hands a bit to get his attention focused on my face. He pulls his hands from mine and claps them over his mouth and says: "I out of control". Yes, dear you are. He is trying his hardest to suck his tears back in and stop crying. Poor little guy. I am feeling like the worst kind of heel. I knew he was tired. In his lip has to be really sore and HE has grasped that he is 'out of control'. I hug him, hurry to an empty lane (thank you, God), check out and off we go. He is alseep before we leave the parking lot. I can go back to the store to get paper towels another time. He is Risen, Just as He said! |
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