Flash forward 10 minutes later, after trying to take him home, we’re running back into the store as my oldest son terrorizes his brothers, who are now screaming and running in fear. As I quickly approached the entrance, I told my two younger boys to run inside as I tried to block their brother.
Yes, people were watching.
As he started to follow me, I looked right at him and told him, “The security at the entrance will call the police if they see you acting violent!”
I immediately went inside and hid from my son.
Yep, I was hiding inside the aisles of Target from my 12 year old son.
It wasn’t so much that I was scared of him, rather, I know that the quickest way to de-escalate him was to be out of his sight.
I was right. After about 10 minutes he found us and was calm and ready to go home.
That evening I cried over the absurdity of it all.
Now I’m praying that the blood work will explain what we’ve been seeing lately and that we can do something about it.