Missing the little booger
It’s my middle guy’s turn to go away on a band trip. They’re going to Edmonton and staying there for four days.
On Monday morning, I let his dad drive him to school alone. That’s where they were to board their buses that would bring them to Alberta. I didn’t go because I still had to get ready for work. I didn’t shed a tear. Surprise, surprise. But I knew that I was going to miss him.
For those of you who have known me on-line for quite a while now, you probably know how I get emotional whenever my oldest son would go away on these trips. It must be true what blogger moms Belle and Noemi have told me that it gets easier each time. But this is the first time that this child has gone away. And I question myself, for just a second naman, why I didn’t cry. Is it because this is the one that always gives me a hard time? But even though, it doesn’t mean that I love him less. No, I don’t think so. And if I think about it, I always get concerned for this one and I make sure that he doesn’t feel neglected, him being the middle child. But this one wants to be left alone most of the time. And he seems happier being left alone, so I just let him be most of the time.
And also, looking back now, these last few years that my oldest son had to go on these trips, I would always go to see him off. But that’s because I was working at home and I had the time to spare. That’s also probably why I would get emotional, I had all the time at home to think about it. But now, I am working at the office and there are people around me and we’re busy at work and I don’t really have the time to think that much of it.
But even though I didn’t cry this time, I did miss the little booger. I know that his little brother also missed him. Somehow it seemed quieter in the house without him. I thought of him a lot while he was gone.
And speaking of boogers, I remember the time when I discovered the wall on his side of the bed got dotted with his boogers. It was so gross. I called it his wall of boogers. It was hard wiping off those dried boogers. And I told him that if he did that again, he’d have to clean it up himself. I also discovered that he’d wipe his boogers on the wall behind his chair in the kitchen. But I nipped it in the bud.
At around noon today, when I was at work, I called his dad to remind him that his son’s coming back at around 2:30 p.m. and please go to school to pick him up before that time. At around 2:00 p.m., I tried to call the school to confirm if they were arriving on time. Because it snowed this morning and I didn’t know what the highway condition was and I was worried that they might be delayed. But the line was busy. I thought that maybe the other parents were also trying to call. I kind of got frustrated when my call couldn’t get through and I started to get choked up. Delayed reaction? I was missing my kid and was anxious and excited to hear from him and I wanted to make sure that he gets home safely. I called home at 2:45 p.m. I talked to his dad. Yes, he is back home safely. The students arrived on time. Is he tired, I asked him. He is upstairs, he said. Okay then, I’ll talk to him when I get home.
He was sleeping when I got home at 5:30 p.m. I tried to wake him up at supper time. But he just changed position in bed. He must be really tired. They left Edmonton at 9:00 p.m. last night. He probably didn’t get any sleep in the bus at all.
It’s now 10:00 p.m. and he’s still in bed and hasn’t eaten yet. But that’s okay. My little booger’s back home.
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