Quite out of the blue whilst travelling home from Miss P's class, the young man decided quite convincingly that today was the day!
Miss P wasn't on top form today and as a result I suggested that she take it easy for the afternoon; perhaps pop off to bed for a while to rest and recuperate. This was not music to Fen's ears.
'You don't suggest I go to bed when I'm ill'.
Me: 'Well you aren't ill often and when you are I do actually allow you to lie on the sofa or stay in bed'.
So it was decided. The moment we entered the house Fen began packing his rucksack. Oranges, a bag of food for the dog, a sleeping mat......
I questioned whether he would be back for tea? 'No' was the response!
Five minutes later adorned in cameo gear, he headed out (with the dog) without even saying goodbye!
He's the tiny dot in the distance.......
Hmmmm!
So that's it then!
It wasn't long before I was saying to myself 'What if he really doesn't come home?'
Images of conversations with the police sprang to mind...how do I explain that I just let him go and didn't even try to stop him?
I remember falling out with my own mother. I would spend hours (or so it seemed) packing up my worldly possessions into my doll's pram and heading off into the drive. Of course, I would hide behind a neighbours car and wait and hope that mum would miss me. She didn't usually come out and after a while I would give up and head back inside and unpack the whole damn thing. There would be cuddles too of course.
Five or so minutes later there was a shallow little knock on the door. My boy was home! He threw down his rucksack, shouted 'You don't care about me' and stormed upstairs!
I gently called up to see if he would like me to bring him a cheese toasty and some hot chocolate. He did.
All was resolved after that point. I made a special effort to reassure him that I do love him and he's very special and I sat with him for an hour or so crocheting and chatting whilst he ate lunch and coloured a picture.
Note to self:- Little boys (and girls) do need reminding that you love them and some sympathetic TLC also doesn't go amiss! :-)
I ran away from home once, going behind our garden into a vacant lot. Amongst my possessions was an electric heating pad, because I had a sore neck and thought I needed some heat treatment. Where I was going to plug it in was something I hadn't considered. I found a baby cottontail rabbit in the field and immediately ran home to show my mom.
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