Damn straight, like a ruler!
It took me forever to write about my big boy staying behind, and in reality it shouldn't be taking me this long to jump for the clouds in utter joy.
I made a mercy trip to Adelaide a few weeks ago. You can read about my return flight here….Flight home
I knew something wasn't right. I mean nothing was totally wrong, but it wasn't right either.
I flew and I was like a kid in a candy store by the time I picked him up. I had 48 hours of just me and him.
Just me and him.
It had been a while since it was just us.
I was prepared for the teenage defence. He is 15 after all.
Nuh huh…. Barriers were down, and the flood gates open!
We talked. I don’t mean we talked, we talk every day on the phone about stuff. I mean we REALLY talked. We talked about the situation in a pure openness that as a Mother you can only hope of. You want your children to trust you enough to talk. I had treated him like an adult and in turn got an adult conversation.
He told me his fears, I told him mine. We both cried blubbered and got snotty.
It was extremely hard leaving- with the issue unresolved. I asked him to do one thing. Think.
And by George that kid thought. It was a long week –he then delivered the words that mended my heart instantly.
“Mum, I will move to Perth.”
Of course I squealed, I'm surprised the whole neighbourhood didn't hear me. I think he thought at that moment I was totally batty. Or more batty than I had previously been. I couldn't help but repeat several times,
“ARE YOU SERIOUS?” “ARE.YOU.SERIOUS?”
My baby is coming home.
My world was right again- Full circle right!