|Gringomex heading to greatgrandma's house nack in September.|
|Outside the front door.|
Rushed outside without my shoes. Mind you it's like 30 degrees outside and covered with ice and snow. I head to the garage. Maybe he is in there playing with his HO Thomas trains. No sight of him in there. I start screaming his name and no answer. Scared, confused, lost and a little bit of every emotion set inside me. I decide to call gringo and let him know that our son was missing.
I kept screaming and screaming. This time tears were strolling down my eyes. Running walking around just with socks on. My body was feeling numb because I wasn't even aware of the cold.
Finally, I see him standing by greatgrandma's front door. He seen me crying and probably got scared. He was crying too. I picked him up and took him back home.
I asked him why did you go? Dont ever do that again! You scared me. I got worried. I don't want to lose you.
I never thought my son would walk out all by himself. I have taught him to be independent. He can obviously open the door and put his shoes on. Not afraid to go out by himself for sure. Is it a good thing or a bad thing?
Has your child/children done anything that you thought the would never do? If so please share. Its the worse feeling ever. I hope no one goes through that experience...ever!!!