Running Away!

conversation mother parenting Mar 17, 2019

I was running away from home. I had had enough! I was tired of the constant rules about putting things away and cleaning up my room. I just couldn’t stand it anymore. 

I should say that I was only 6 years old at the time. I had a Styrofoam barrel filled with pennies. That would be enough money, I thought to myself. As I began to pack my belongings, my mother came into my bedroom. 

She sat quietly and gently asked where I was going? I told her proudly, “I am running away.” “Where will you go?" she asked quietly? I had not thought that far in advance. “I don’t know,” I said. “Would you like me to help you pack?” she asked ever so gently. “OK,” I said.

As she helped me pack, she said, “I’m going to miss you!” I was stunned. How could I leave when I would be missed? I looked at my little suitcase, my Styrofoam barrel filled with pennies and my stuffed dog (I was not going to run away alone). Reluctantly I decided to stay.

Eric G. Schneider (c) 2019

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