THE
GOOD NEWS:
Tricia and I just got back from grocery shopping and I was able to pick up some more snacks and supplies for vacation. I'm practically
done.
THE
BAD NEWS:
Turned around and realized that Tricia was missing! Okay, she's twelve. She probably stopped in the cosmetics aisle to look at lip gloss or something-or-other. I finished shopping and she still hadn't come to find me. She was gone a long time.
I left my cart and started cruising along, looking up every aisle, figuring I would see her. After doing this
twice, I began to get more anxious. Where could she be? Checked the rest room....not there.
Now, I began going up and down each aisle calling for her. (I knew she had been too lazy to grab her cell phone before we left.)
Still, I didn't see her. Now I am in full Panicked Mother Mode. I'm just about to ask the manager to page her overhead, when she suddenly appears.
Know where she was??
Looking at all the Pincheys in the Lobster Tank!
After realizing that I wasn't with her,
she had been going up and down the aisles looking for
me, or so she says.
I still don't know how we could have missed each other!!
(Boy, did I ever give her a tongue-lashing, and I don't care who heard it!)
She knows better than to go looking for me if she gets lost. "Even the little kids who watch Barney and Sesame Street know that if they get lost in a store, they should find an adult who works there and get help."
This did not go over well. "
I wasn't
lost, I was just looking at the lobsters," she said.
I decided to use it as an oportunity to (once again) reinforce the importance of safety and stranger danger. "Even if you're in a familiar place, a place where you feel comfortable, like the grocery store or even next week when we go to Disney, you always need to keep your wits about you! Someone could come up behind you and grab you!" She just shot me a look like,
Yeah, right.
You know, they start to get older and you have to give them a little freedom...but then they feel invincible and get annoyed when you want to keep tabs on them. Ughhhh... and she's not even technically a
teenager yet!!!
Afterwards, I told her that I was sorry that I had yelled at her...that she had given me a fright and I had just been worried. She apologized and we hugged
and that was that. It was back to talking about what color nailpolish she should wear to Disney!
I guess she's still my little girl!
Kathy