|Small son with big brother|
I've sometimes had a sneaky feeling that I might not love small son as much as I should - so does he drive me nuts with his untidy bedroom, carelessly knocking dents into his/my car, being totally unable to tell me in the morning whether he will be home for a meal at night and numerous other irritating habits. At the age of 24, he is still living at home. On Saturday night, he went off to yet another party with friends and on Sunday morning, my husband's cell phone rang, small son's indistinct voice said, "Daddy? daddy? (not hearing us this side)...."I've had an...." and his phone went dead. ACCIDENT! supplied my mind immediately and my nerves went into overdrive, I started shaking, couldn't eat my breakfast, wanted to jump in my car and drive over to the suburb, he was reputedly in, phone the police and all the hospitals. Ten minutes later the house phone rang. "Oh, daddy, I've had an IDEA..." I can't tell you the enormous relief at the sound of his voice, relating some plans for the day. It was one time in my life when I have not minded feeling like a fast-deflating balloon.