Dear Megan-
If you ever in the future find yourself wondering when exactly your mother began to get gray hairs, I would like you to know it began on May 27, 2010.
As I walked out of a friend's backyard carrying Brooke and 3 bags and you ran around to the front door of the house, I wasn't too worried (you've done this before you see--you really like their front walkway). I knew if I chased you, you would only run farther, so I called you to come to the car. You started down the walk and instead of coming to the car, you smiled and continued on the sidewalk away from the car and toward the corner.
I called again. Again, you ignored me. I decided I'd try the "I'm leaving without you" ploy and got into the car and even started it, hoping that would convince you that I was serious and you needed to come. Nope, not that either. I got out of the car and counted--slowly, angrily, with that "you're in big trouble if you don't come before I get to five" face. One, two, three, four, five. Nope, not coming.
I even discussed w/a friend as she put her kids in her car the difficulties of having a "runner"--a child who LOVES to be chased. The dilemma--if I chase you, you will run. But if I don't chase you, will you stop?
These friends live on a corner, so you even walked all the way around the corner where you couldn't see me anymore. I thought if you couldn't see me, you'd come back to make sure I was still there. And you did--you came halfway back and when you saw I'd come to the corner, you doubled your pace back the opposite way. You were halfway down the block by now and I could see that little look in your eye that told me you weren't coming back. Unfortunately, there's an empty lot behind their house and the sidewalk ended at a driveway.
Sure enough, you reached the end of the sidewalk and turned down the driveway into the road AS A CAR CAME AROUND THE CORNER! Now I started running as fast as I possibly could (in the middle of the road mind you, so the car would notice that I was chasing my child) and OF COURSE you started running as fast as you possibly could away from me.
Thankfully, I'm still faster than you when I sprint. And thankfully, I was grateful enough that the car didn't hit you that I didn't kill you myself after I caught you and hugged you close to me. And thankfully, Daddy was home to give me a hug as I told him in tears how close you came to being hurt. And thankfully, after 40 minutes in time out, you told me you were sorry many, many times and said "I will listen to Mommy". I just wish that would always be true!
Oh my Megan. That's when the gray hairs began. And that's when I decided you needed a leash. No, I don't think you're a dog. I just think I'd rather force good behavior than wait for you to experience the consequences of that particular poor behavior.
I love you. Really, I do.
Love, Mommy