Last Saturday we went to our local village Christmas fair, and the annual turning on of the Christmas lights. For some reason we decided it started at 2pm, or least my wife did! but we were completely wrong, it actually started at 4pm.
This left us with about an hour and a half to waste while waiting for the fair to open. To pass the time we went into a cafe for a drink. Our five year twin girls had strawberry milkshakes. After leaving the cafe R became very quiet and actually didn’t look very well.
There were some rides and the girls decided they wanted to go on them. R was fine on the first one, and then before the second ride got going, she promptly vomited everywhere in the teacup ride. That was the end of our trip to the Christmas fair.
The girls went to bed as normal, but at about 9.30pm R woke up covered in vomit and looking really unwell. There has been a 24hr bug going around school, and there is no doubt she has picked it up, thankfully by Sunday morning she was a lot better and hasn’t been sick since. That is until we went to a friend of the girls birthday party at about 12.30pm. R decided just as we arrived and before getting out of the car, to vomit all over my car, it’s always my car!
During Saturday night I awoke about 1.30am, I think it was on my mind that my eldest daughter J had landed at Gatwick after her holiday to Cape Verde and I asked her to text me to say she was home after the drive home from Gatwick, so I could read it in the morning, to know she was safely home.
Upon looking at my phone, I had two missed calls from my son, A, who is in Swansea university, he had phoned about twenty minutes passed midnight.
I immediately had a stomach churning moment and my mind shifted into overdrive. What could possibly be wrong for him to be phoning me so late?
There was no way I would be able to go back to sleep until I had spoken to him, I would simply be worrying too much. So I phoned him back, needless to say after three phone calls that went straight to voice mail I was beginning to panic inside, wondering what’s happened, especially as he had told me the other day, that a couple of friends were mugged on their way back to campus.
I am thinking all the worst case scenarios as you do, you can’t help think the worst. I’m thinking he is in hospital after an accident or he has been beaten up, all sorts of things were going through my mind. Or lying in a ditch somewhere. I was really beginning to panic.
On the fourth phone call he finally answered, and I could just about hear him above the sound of the club that he was in, relief actually was my first thought, but also why you ringing me at midnight.
The reason he phoned me was to tell me he had lost his debit card, but don’t worry he said I have cancelled it. Well son, that’s good you have done that, but instead of putting me through 30 minutes of worry why couldn’t he have phoned me in the morning to tell me?! He apologised and hung up and was gone, back to drinking and partying. Oh! To be 18 years old and not a care in the world.
It doesn’t matter if your children are babies, toddlers, tweens or teenagers and when they have grown up. You simply never stop worrying. Of course your children never understand that because they are young and carefree, and rightly so because that’s how I was.
When you become a parent you instantly start to worry about your children, and I have found that even though three of my children have grown up I never stop worrying. So if you have little ones and you think you worry too much about them, I can assure you it never goes away. Kids, whatever their age will always be a source of worry.
My eldest daughter text me to tell me she was home safe and sound at about 2am and I was able to get a few hours sleep, before our five year old twins woke at the crack of dawn and the day starts again.
I’m sure these kids will give me a heart attack one day.
Sunday lunchtime I received two texts from my son, about his debit card.
“FFS” Followed by “It was in my coat pocket” of course he swore blind, he wasn’t drunk. Haha!
I would love to know your thoughts. Do you ever stop worrying about your children?