Sunday Scribblings Post-Prompt "Wander"
Wander
We get into a store and it sometimes becomes an exercise in patience. I love him, but there are times when he just randomly decides to go haring off to do something and completely forgets that I am there with him. I try not to get angry. He is curious by nature and that's one of the reasons that I love him.
I also have to remind myself that whenever we go somewhere that has interesting rocks, he often has to backtrack to find me. When I wander off, though, it's usually worse for him because I have a tendency to climb upwards to see the things that have caught my interest. And, of course, I'm short. If I go off by myself somewhere, especially in a comic book or book store, he just has to go up and down every aisle until he finds me, because most places have shelving built for people taller than I am.
Neither of us is very good at following a set, linear path unless we have a specific goal in mind. I have discovered that food bribery works well to motivate him to stay close. He just accepts that he has to come and find me, and he's learned how to text much more rapidly and accurately than he used to, so he can make it easier to find me.
Sometimes, these excursions yield treasures. He discovered our favorite brand of barbecue sauce because he decided to take a look down a grocery store aisle. I found an antique marble that he carries with him while I was poking around some interesting rocks at a friend's house. Whether it was simply lost or had been placed there by its former owner for us to find, we'll never know. We showed it to our friends and offered it to them to keep, but they wouldn't. They saw the joy and wonder on his face every time he picked it up again and it wasn't in them to take it from him. It stays in his pocket now, a smooth, bright, constant reminder of who we are together, even when we briefly wander apart.
We get into a store and it sometimes becomes an exercise in patience. I love him, but there are times when he just randomly decides to go haring off to do something and completely forgets that I am there with him. I try not to get angry. He is curious by nature and that's one of the reasons that I love him.
I also have to remind myself that whenever we go somewhere that has interesting rocks, he often has to backtrack to find me. When I wander off, though, it's usually worse for him because I have a tendency to climb upwards to see the things that have caught my interest. And, of course, I'm short. If I go off by myself somewhere, especially in a comic book or book store, he just has to go up and down every aisle until he finds me, because most places have shelving built for people taller than I am.
Neither of us is very good at following a set, linear path unless we have a specific goal in mind. I have discovered that food bribery works well to motivate him to stay close. He just accepts that he has to come and find me, and he's learned how to text much more rapidly and accurately than he used to, so he can make it easier to find me.
Sometimes, these excursions yield treasures. He discovered our favorite brand of barbecue sauce because he decided to take a look down a grocery store aisle. I found an antique marble that he carries with him while I was poking around some interesting rocks at a friend's house. Whether it was simply lost or had been placed there by its former owner for us to find, we'll never know. We showed it to our friends and offered it to them to keep, but they wouldn't. They saw the joy and wonder on his face every time he picked it up again and it wasn't in them to take it from him. It stays in his pocket now, a smooth, bright, constant reminder of who we are together, even when we briefly wander apart.