I think that until you’ve had a toddler child (and then again when your toddler becomes a teenager), you never really understand what it is like to truly feel relief, love, happiness, anger, hatred and fear all at the exact same moment. It is the worst, and best, feeling.
Case in point: while vacationing on the lovely Amelia Island (in Florida, I highly recommend it), Christopher was acting out. We were staying in an awesome beach house, so I took him to his room for a quick time out. I went back to the living room, which was touching the room where he was having his time out. A few minutes later, I went back to check on him.
He was gone.
I looked under the bed, in the closet, in his bathroom, the hallway, our bedroom.
I checked the kitchen, the balcony, the downstairs, the garage.
Now, Johnny was golfing with his friends, but luckily the wives of his friends were at the house with us (each with their own sweet baby girl). Allison put down her baby and searched the house with me while I frantically dashed the house screaming lies such as: “It’s ok baby, I’m not mad. If you come out now, you won’t be in a BIT of trouble!”
After six hours of searching (ok, FINE – it was only about three minutes, but those were the longest minutes of my life), I found Christopher casually walking up to the house from the beach.
Allison and Kelly said that the noise I made when I saw him was a frightening sound. I explained that it is the primal noise that comes out from a mama when you want to hug, kiss and strangle your child all at the same time.
Anyone else have an escapee for a child?