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Running man

Written by Erin Hill. Posted in Diaper Duty

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My son runs out into parking lots now. Soooo, that’s a lot of fun.

Ninety nine percent of the time, I’ve got his hand before we get close to an exit. The other one percent of the time, I KNOW he’s not running out the door into traffic…or so I thought.

When I pick him up at school, he runs down the hallway giggling (how could I not let him do that!?), stops at the door, and waits. Then, we walk out holding hands, and HE makes me stop to check for cars. I think that’s the only time I let him run ahead of me when there’s a possibility he could go out the door.

The other day, we were with friends, including his “best girl” Lily, and he and Lily BOLTED out the door of a restaurant into the parking lot. I was held back by some other people also leaving and couldn’t get to him until I pretty much knocked my friend down to get past him to chase my boy in the parking lot.

He got an earful and a timeout on the sidewalk. I said a prayer of thanks.

The next day, he tried to run out of Target ahead of my husband.

Yes, we hold his hand walking across the parking lot and the street and what-not, but this running ahead business is bananas! Both times my husband and I were unable to get to him right away. I'm not naive to think that he knows the all dangers or remembers what we tell him about cars and parking lots, but this just came out of no where -- as everything usually does with these kids.

Since these incidents, I’ve got hold of him from the time we walk in some place to the time I buckle him in the car to leave no matter where we’re at.

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Go outside and play...MOM!

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Now that the weather is getting nicer (is it?), I’ll soon be out of my element outside.

See, I’m kind of a stay-inside-watch-movies kind of a gal, but I’d hate to keep Lincoln away from beautiful days of playing outside. So far, I’ve been pretty good. We’ve rarely missed the opportunity to go outside and do something if it’s nice.

This may seem weird for me to talk about – making myself go outside more for the benefit of my kid – but, I’m really talking more general. I’m interested to find out what you’ve changed about yourself (something that’s been with you or about you for a very long time) for your kids.

We change a lot and most of it is expected and/or natural and not that big of a deal because we know it’s coming when we’re expecting a child. Some, like my desire to sit on my butt and watch Roseanne, is harder to break. I suppose because it’s a habit? It’s part of me? It’s what I did as a kid? (Not all the time. I played outside a lot, but I live in a neighborhood with tons of kids. I played outside while my parents sat inside and probably watched Dallas.)

I don’t see anything wrong with watching TV. Duh! I LOVE TV! But, Linc likes to go outside. Do I like to go outside? HECK NO! But, I do because he likes it, and I don’t let on that really, I’m at a loss out there. These times, I follow his lead and run around like a maniac.

What do you do outside with your kids? I need some tips!


Erin Hill is a ErinHillfirst-time mom to Lincoln, who was born in January 2010. She's learning as she goes and is experiencing everything a new mom goes through while seeing the humor, irony, and enjoyment in her adventures.

Erin is a full-time technical writer, a freelancer for Patch, and co-creator and blogger at SlimSavers.com. She lives in Plum with Lincoln, her husband, Adam, their dog, Roxie, and five (yes, five) cats, Nirvana, Gary Roberts, Elvis, Talbot and Forrest. (Anyone want a cat?)

 

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The Easter Bunny...repeat customers?

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The Easter Bunny is weird. He just is. I get Santa, but the giant bunny, not so much.

Regardless of how I feel, I like taking Lincoln to see the giant bunny who doesn’t make any sense. We make a big deal about it, and it's really special. He goes once a year…just once. We see Santa once, too.

I know others who take their kids to see the big “guy” at the mall, then again at some other event, then over here, and over there, and everywhere.

I hate overkill in any situation, but purposefully seeing the Easter bunny or Santa more than twice is a lot to me. What am I missing? You’re supposed to tell both of them what you want (right? Is that what you do with the Easter bunny?), sooooo why go a bunch of times?

Do you take the kids to see the Easter bunny? How many times usually?

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Would you turn your kid in?

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Last week, in Philadelphia, the parents of two teenagers who allegedly robbed a nine-year-old girl turned them in. Images of the teens from a convenience store’s surveillance camera were released, and the parents turned the boys in that same day.

Would you turn your kid in?

While I can’t imagine what it’s actually like to see your teenager on the news for a crime, I think I’d turn mine in.

We’re here to teach our children right and wrong, but, though we may preach it, would we practice it?

I can assure you, I do. I can say that with confidence, too, but cause it is high on the list of my parenting priorities. What I think is right, is put into practice: Be honest, be nice, do time if you’ve done the crime, etc.

Not only is turning them in the right thing to do as a parent, it’s the right thing to do as a member of society. I’d hate to have that over my head for the rest of my life, and I’d hate for my kid to wake up one day and think “man, I robbed someone and never paid the price.”

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Who cares?

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I feel like a lot of the stress we can bring on to ourselves as mothers (and fathers) is the worry about what other people will think of our parenting and/or our child’s behavior.

“How does this make me look as a mom?”

“They’ll think I’m horrible!”

“It looks like he’s a bad kid. He’s not! HE’S NOT!”

To this I must ask, why do we care?! WHHHHY!?

Growing up I wasn’t someone who cared about what people thought. I felt that quality helped me be who I am, make life-long friends, and be more compassionate toward others. I wasn’t afraid to make a mistake and if I did get embarrassed, it was easy to shrug off and tell myself (and believe) people who loved me didn’t care I just did/said that.

However, when I became a parent, this fear that everyone is watching and judging threatens to consume me. Everyone is watching and judging as usual, but now, I care. WHY?!

I suppose I’m not 100 percent confident in being a mom. I mean, it’s weird. Me? A mom? So because of that, it’s harder to tell myself I’m all right with what I do or how I act. I’m molding another person! It was OK when I was steering my own ship, but now maybe I AM embarrassing (Whaaaa?) or wrong or something else. There’s no book to follow!

MOST of the time I don’t care, but there are instances, like when I walk around the corner away from my three-year-old when he won’t leave the giant cage of balls at Walmart, tell him I’m leaving him, and he’d better get going if he wants to come with me. (Meanwhile, you know I’m NOT, and I’m watching him like a super spy peeking around the corner at him while he contemplates a life at Walmart.) I’ve had people throw me looks. Like, weird looks of “you told him you’re leaving him?” or “YOU’RE NOT WATCHING HIM!” Seriously? You think that people of Walmart? They do. I can see it in their eyes!  I still stick to my guns but my heart sinks, I put my head down in shame, and I bite my lip to keep from explaining myself to the judges…then, Lincoln wises up and comes with me.

It’s also hard to write for this blog because of this -- I often write something, reread it, then go back and add in all my explanations, apologies and excuses.

I’m catching myself, though, and taking some help from junior high/high school me. Why would I care what people think if I know I’m doing it right for me/him? I’m not hurting anyone so why wouldn't I just do what I do? If people don’t get “it,” that’s OK and not my problem, right?

Indeed teenage, Erin, indeed. Now, go play your guitar to Nirvana’s Nevermind album.

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