Older boy has been on holiday with a friend’s family; he was away for three nights in total. Before he went I was at the end of my tether with him; just as he was about to set off on the drive to Selsey with his Dad, he realised that he had left his skate board at the tram stop where we got on. Having weathered a difficult morning with him anyway, I was less than pleased and reacted by turning to him and his Dad and saying, “I am going to leave now before I do or say something I will regret”. This was positive on the one hand as I managed not to lose my temper, but I felt awful for not saying a proper goodbye to him.
During his time in Selsey we had some lovely phone conversations where I learnt that older boy was having a good time and moreover was behaving. Like most parents I dread him misbehaving for other people and showing me up, something which goes back to my own childhood where my Mum had a big thing about being shown up. At the end of one phone call, he even told me that he loved me which is one to be stored up in my happiness bank. Overall, I felt proud of his independence.
Several times during his absence I was asked by friends whether I was missing him. When I spoke to him, I did miss him. However, I was under no illusion that everything would be hunky dory on his return, I predicted that after the initial homecoming, older boy and younger boy would be fighting within 10 minutes, 20 minutes if I was lucky. Strangely this wasn’t the case, instead both boys, together with their friends immediately went to the field round the corner to play football, obviously leaving me to unpack and put the washing on. Actually this turned out to be fine, although older boy is driving me mad today with his refusal to get washed dressed or move off the gaming chair.