The pull away is almost as strong as the pull toward.
We walked to school this morning, the end of Ben’s second week as a kindergartner. At the top of the hill, he met up with a neighbor and friend, and said he wanted to walk in alone. I fell back a bit.
Ben spun around. “No, Mom, I can walk alone. I want to walk alone.”
“OK,” said I, “I’ll just walk behind to make sure you get to your room.”
“You do NOT need to make sure I get to my room. I know where my room is.”
“OK, I know you do. Do I get a little hug?”
A serious eye roll with hand on hip followed. Then he ran back to me and gave me a huge hug.
“Maybe you could walk with me and say hello to my teacher?” he asked.
Of course I obliged.