I’ll never forget the first time Ryder tottered over to our front lawn. A sea of green; he was anxious to test the waters. But there was just something about the look, texture or smell of the fuzzy carpet that made him stop dead in his tracks.
“Here you go!” my husband cajoled, plonking him right in the middle of the lawn.
And the water works began. He simply would not move his feet an inch, opting instead to cry while riveted on the spot. It literally took weeks before he ventured over again, and several more before he was able to tread grass without screaming his little head off. If I had to add it up, I’d say we spent hours coaxing him to take just one small step.
Two years later to the date, we’ve got another little guy terrified of the great green goblin.
Were your children afraid to walk on grass? Join the club!