When I at my worst, and I was sure kidnappers were after my kid sis, I would handcuff her by her left wrist, to the belt loops of my jeans so she wouldn’t get snatched… or wander off and get snatched. I would tell her it was for her own safety, and that I was worried about her and this would keep her safe in large crowds.
By the time she was 8 she could get out of handcuffs and she would raise such a fuss about being handcuffed it was hard to get her to give me her wrist.
By the time she was 9, she could run away a bit and I couldn’t catch her and it was easier not to hand cuff her any more.
We’ve been kid sitting our nephew this weekend… he’s 7 and a half and he does wander off… We went to a farmers market yesterday… my sis gave him a few warnings and then she hand cuffed him to the belt loops of her jeans.
I HATED seeing that. It’s like… it all came rushing back. She told him is was too keep him safe in large crowds. That hit my heart very hard. I am trying to find a way to break a cycle that I had started.
My past sure does like to come back to the present for me.