This weekend I became the lady that walks her kid on a leash.
We’ve been having more and more trouble with Isaac when we are out and about. He is now downright vaudevillian in his stroller performing thrilling stunts while making outdoor mobility near impossible. A few people suggested getting a leash for him. My mother has been suggesting it for over a year, but every time she said “you need a leash for that boy!” I thought she was joking. I didn’t want to get one because it’s embarrassing to have your kid on a leash. And, I didn’t see how it would help. It seemed like he would be even more likely to tear apart the grocery store.
And then I talked to Marlorie, my friend who also is a pediatrician. I was just about to tell her that I’d been getting him to stay in his stroller by funneling him candy, when she suggested the leash. I tried to tell her how it wouldn’t work, but she works with skeptical parents like me every day. I was no match for her logic. Walk him to the store on the leash, she said, and THEN put him in the stroller. He’ll have gotten the exercise he needs on the walk and he’ll be much more likely to stay in his stroller in the store. And it clicked. A leash would work. A leash would not only make my daily errands easier, it would salvage my relationship with Isaac and prevent tooth decay from all that candy bribery.
And so, my friends, we have a leash. It’s a little lion backpack with a long tail and it works great. It works much better than holding his hand and WAY better than chasing him down the sidewalk. Plus he loves it. He acts like he is getting away with something cheeky. He runs and jumps and hops around, smiling big. I was really worried about the reactions we’d get on the street. But he’s so stinkin’ cute hopping down the sidewalk that he’s getting more smiles and chuckles than ever before. Several people stopped me to ask where they could get one!
I am really glad it’s working out.
And what’s remarkable about that is not so much the set-up, but that they were playing with it together with a whole elaborate plot and everything. Imaginative play! We’re getting somewhere with it! Not once did Andrew remind me that his trains couldn’t really talk and that they were toys, after all. He just went with it! Hooray!
Alright. That’s all I got for ya.
Have a lovely Monday!