The angel that was lost - and found again
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Came home, door was locked, found the key in my purse and opened.
Kid2 apparently not home, no sign at all. Hmm - and clock is 6 pm?.
I went to work 6 am this morning and I go around in the house and wonder - what did he say this morning? Nothing I am sure. Calls a couple of school friends, all have good and creative suggestions to where kid2 can have gone, but nothing pays off. Dead ends - all of it.
Starts computer and continues to work, have a backlog from holiday and it seems as I will never be able to catch up. Even though I worked a couple of hours each day during holiday.
Still wonders where kid2 could be?
Suddenly a sound of cracking stairs and a silent ghost comes up from the basement. Kid2 in a housecoat, going for the kitchen, where he starts cooking dinner.
I look towards the end of the corridor where the entrance door is. No coat, shoes or bag in a pile on the floor. WHAT??
Opens closet - coat on a hanger.......... hmm - opens other part of closet - shoes neatly placed on shelf, looks around for bag - no bag anywhere. Goes down in basement, finds bag neatly beside bed. I go up in the kitchen, finds lunchbox in dishwasher, looks at kitchen table - no sign of nutella, dirty knife and no crumbs. Look in Nutella jar - yep - less than this morning but not much taken. Looks in the fridge - where the he...!!?! is my vegetable soup??!?
Finds empty tupperware in dishwasher......... ??!?
Goes back and looks in fridge - lunch for tomorrow packed and finished.
Looks at my 13 year old and wonders: WHAT the ?)?()(/%/"%#" ??!? just happened here?
I look at him and asks: "Where have you been dear?"
Kid2 looks at me and lifts an eyebrow and answers: "In my room - Mom".
Finishes his dinner preparations, and goes down with his food. I stand back in the corridor and looks down the stairs.
I cannot remember a time where it was necessary for me to raise my voice at him, normally I can sit down, look him in the eyes and tell him my opinions and my concerns, not like I would to an adult, but modified for his age. I did that when he was 4 and I can still do that.
But for the first time I can remember, I feel on slippery ice. I really was worried and concerned, but had no more options or ideas of where he could be, and decided that I would let go a couple of hours before freaking out.
I surpress the need of yelling after him down the stairs - WHY have you put your stuff where it belongs?, WHY have you cleaned up after you on the kitchen table and WHY could I not find you.....?
And I feel blessed. Just now my working life explodes around me, and things are crazy. No matter how many hours I work, I have no possible way of matching the expectations from CEO and government. And then the teenager just behaves like an angel. Ok an angel that was lost for a couple of hours - but found again. Somehow I do feel blessed.