Maybe I should type it like this -
THE MALL. I don't do malls with kids. Ever. My husband needed to have his watch fixed before he left on his trip. Trying to be a wonderful wife, I agreed that I would face my nemesis and help him out. It didn't go well. How could that be? Well....read and feel my pain.
First, we went after lunch and before naps. Not a good time to be anywhere with four kids. I gave my instructions before we got out of the van....going to be fast, stay with mom, just in and out, stay with mom, don't touch, etc, etc. We made it to the watch repair kiosk with no problems. Thumbs up for my group. Woo hoo!!
Then...................we retrace our steps directly back out of the mall. Remember, mom said it was an in-and-out trip. We're walking in a line like ducks according to age (big fun for group). Mom's talking to everyone making sure they know they are supposed to be in the line. One little duckling stops following and starts up the stairs. Yikes! Give me credit. I calmly instruct said duckling to get back into the line. What do you think happens? Little mischevious smile and further progress up the stairs. What to do? I know this little duckling is fast and mischevious. I know I am not fast while carrying a 20lb+ baby. Hmmmmmm.
I put Anna, Jonah, and Sarah in a corner and instruct them not to move. At. All. Sarah starts crying. I run up the stairs and catch little Eli by the back of his shirt just before he heads into a store on the second level. Now you can see the smoke coming out of my ears. I grab his wrist and clearly instruct him to walk with me. He cries and wiggles trying to get out of my very, very tight clasp. NO.WAY. This kid WILL NOT get away from me.
When we get back to the other three, they are surrounded by concerned mall workers. My heart skips a beat. Oh, no. Now we have to make a fast break. That's not a good thing to have mall workers asking your kids where their mommy and daddy are. So, I pick up Sarah (while maintaining my tight clasp on little Eli), thank the concerned mall workers, and quickly leave. Does Eli come along nicely? What do you think?
He starts crying and laying on the ground. I tell him to get up. But, as I already know from having two older kids, you can't make a kid walk. You can only pick them up. Well, I didn't have to think about it at all. I picked him up like a sack of grain under my right arm, carried Sarah nicely with my left arm, and booked it out of the store with Eli crying, screaming, and flailing all the way. Never have I been so happy to leave a mall!!!
After a couple days, my mommy hindsight thinks this was a good experience. Eli and I need more of these little showdowns. That kid certainly needs more training. As proof, he traveled too far away from me at the park later that same day. One of the moms in my group told me that she was glad I didn't have him cooped up in a stroller or in one of those tether things. She even said that he was the kind of kid who a lot of parents would think "needed" that. Hmmm. Those would probably be the sane parents. But, no, it's not for us. If he didn't have the ability to get away from me, I wouldn't have the need to correct him. He would never learn that running away isn't acceptible, and even worse, he wouldn't learn that his job is to stay with me. Maybe those other sane parents know different ways to train their kids. I don't.
And, the good news? We went to Walmart the day after
THE MALL, and little Eli did a fantastic job of listening to me and coming back to me when I told him to. So, maybe, just maybe,
THE MALL was a good thing.