The other day Archer ran away. Apparently he had no desire to wait
for me to get Fable into her sling and leash the dogs so he simply
unlocked and opened the front door and fled the scene while I was in
the kitchen filling my pockets with plastic grocery bags.
I
realized he was gone as soon as I entered the living room. I went out
on the porch where he usually sits, waiting but he wasn't there. He
wasn't in the front yard, either. I scurried down the stairs only to
see him a block down the street, his little orange shirt disappearing
around a corner.
I
screamed for him but no answer. No orange shirt reappearing... He was
pissed off, acting out, flexing his independence... saying in short,
"fuck you, mom... I don't want to wait for you and the baby... I want
to walk NOW. By myself."
I quickly grabbed Fable and as
fast as I could while clutching an infant, went after him, front door
of the house wide open. For the record, one cannot exactly run with a
newborn baby in her hands so I walked. I walked after my son who by now
could have been anywhere. I panicked. I turned the corner and he was
nowhere to be seen. Would he cross the street without me? Had he
planned on going our usual walk-route or was he on his way to Jamba
Juice -- a frequent mother-son date of ours...?
I called his name again and nothing...
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