My little boy…okay maybe not so little (he’s nine) went off on a coach this morning heading for Danywenalt in Wales, within the Brecon Beacons for his school residential trip.
You could see in his eyes when he hugged me goodbye that he was nervous and unwilling to go and by the time the coach started it’s engine, he was crying and the headmistress was comforting him…and then he was gone…
I know it’s going to be good for him, he needs to do these things to help him grow, become independent. But I HATE it, to me he is still my little boy and always will be and I feel out of control now that he has gone to Wales with no form of communication.
It’s just two days I know….
But at least when he’s at his dads, it’s just a few miles away and I can reach him within ten minutes. And everything is in my hands and I am responsible for him still.
“Have a lovely time dan, have fun with your friends and laugh in the sunshine, love you lots…xxx”
