Shiny floors

I think I mentioned in the last blog that Sammy loves to run away from me. I am pretty sure that it has become a game for him.

"Oh look! If I run out into this busy street my Mom freaks out and chases me."

I really am at a loss. Friday Sam asked my permission to walk to the dumpster and throw something away. Of course I didn't let him go alone. He is only two. Actually I didn't let him go at all. He wanted to throw my bathroom soap container away. Since then though he doesn't ask. He just makes a break for the door and runs.

There is one exception though. Sam is terrified of shiny floors. The ward gym? Not a chance. Even a ward gym covered in children running and screaming will not entice him. Grocery stores? My little heaven. He is probably the only kid there that will stay near his mom. Shiny wet sidewalks? Terrifying.

I actually have tried to help him conquer his fear. I tried to help him understand that the floor is stable. It will not fall out from under him. It is not too slick to walk on. Like trying to prevent him from running away from me nothing has worked. But then again maybe I should count my blessings and be grateful that there are a few places I know Sam will not cause me anxiety.

I just wish the streets were a bit shinier.