Saturday, March 2, 2013

Son Day

Ok.

Now I'm sitting here and it is just past 11:00 pm Saturday night.  I'm trying to think of something to write because I need something before Sunday.  Sunday is not a day of writing for me.  Sunday is a day of worship, and I use the whole day.

So.

What to write about?  The deer that were in the yard eating the corn my husband threw out of the garage because the mice had found it?  How the buck had caught us watching him from the window and stomped his foot at us before the three ran off into the woods, white tails pointed to the sky? The train ride that nothing happened on, except I got to play lots of "Words With Friends" and "Candy Crush"?  More great things about my daughter and grandson?  Oh, or...  Okay.  Got it.

My son.

I had just gotten back from PA and was in RI with my husband who works in RI, though we live in ME.  I was almost ready for lights out when I got a phone call.  It was from our son who was caring for our animals - Purrsee and Pippi - while we were away.  He works in hospital security and has the 3 to 11pm shift most weeknights, so he had to have been just getting to our house, which is about 20 minutes away from his.

We are out in the middle of nowhere...like there is one road to get to our house -  7 miles of one road, over two bridges to get to the second island off the mainland.  I had looked at the WeatherChannel on my phone earlier in the day and noticed that the weather was going to be bad there again.  It's not the best place to have to drive when the weather's bad.

When I answered the phone I asked him what was up...it's after 11 and it's snowing...there has to be something amiss.  He asked if I had a key hidden somewhere like in the garage or under a snowbank or something.
My heart sank.
That meant that he couldn't get in our house, and it was late.  He'd forgotten to take our house key when he'd left for work, and it was still back at his house a 20-minute-in-good-weather drive away.

I asked him how the driving was.  "Terrible.  Lots of slush on top of ice, hard to stop, hard to keep from being jerked around in the ruts of ice and slush."

Great.

So I told him, don't worry about it.  Just go home and stay there.  The cat is fine.  The dog is...well, if she can't make it until morning, we'll just clean up later.
 
"Just go home and stay there"...again I said it.  "Don't worry about them"...I repeated.

"Okay, mom... I'm getting in the car now...gotta go."
"Just go home and stay there.  Don't worry about them."  Did I say that before?
"Yup."
"Drive safely.  They'll be fine."
"Yup.  I'm getting in the car now..."

Click.

1:25 am - I hear the beep on my phone.
I have a text.  I put on my glasses and grab my phone.

"Pippi has gone out.  Everything's ok."

"I'm glad I didn't know you were doing this or I'd have worried too much."

"That's why I didn't tell you."

He's a smart guy.



22 comments:

  1. I don't suppose our hearts ever stop lurching at even those little things, when it involves our children. You told it well, this particular "something to write about" is a good thing, a caring thing, Donna. Glad he's okay, & he sounds very caring himself. Happy Sunday!

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    1. It was so nice to finally have a Sunday without a snowstorm! A relaxing drive is a very welcome thing!

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  2. Were you able to go back to sleep? :)

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    1. Not for a bit. We both played "Words With Friends" with each other for a while!

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  3. I felt your love, your worry, your trust, and your belief in your children.I don't think there will be lack of topics for you to write. Perhaps something at worship today will trigger a blog post for tomorrow!

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    1. You know, there was something. Now I can't remember what it was. Maybe it will come to me by morning.

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  4. We worry about our children no matter how old they are, don't we?

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  5. Thank you for including your thought process as you searched for a topic to write about. You selected a winner. What a smart guy, indeed.

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    1. It was a hunt and peck kind of start...but often you get something that way.

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  6. Those late night phone calls...even when things turn out okay, there's that "uh oh" feeling. Never stops, does it?

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    1. It would be nice if you could choose a ring for the phone you are calling...one that means everything is okay before you answer. Someone should invent that!

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  7. I liked the two of you, both trying to make sure the other wouldn't worry. You telling your son not to worry. Your son not telling you so you wouldn't worry. The ones we love are always there in the mind, no matter if we've been told to think about them or not! Hope you have a rich and wonderfilled Sunday!

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    1. It's been a wonderful and wonderfilled day! No snow either!

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  8. Those calls always give the heart a start, thankfully it all worked out. You described your thoughts an feelings perfectly. They were familiar ones that I don't like to repeat. Have a blessed Sunday!

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    1. Yes, late night calls are the worst! And thank you. The day was wonderful!

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  9. Boys. Mine would have done the same thing. I understood totally what was going through your head. One of mine once drove through a blizzard to get home for Christmas. Of course he didn't tell me, but he did tell his brother in case something happened. At least he didn't lose his mind totally!

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    1. Ha! Boys! His dad isn't much different...

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  10. Moms are worriers. I don't blame him for keeping his plan a secret, butmI am also confident that if it had been too dangerous he wouldn't have gone back. I know this because you raised a good one!

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  11. Aww. What a great guy. But yes, once I knew he was safe I would have killed him. Messes can be cleaned. Sons like that cannot be replace.

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