So, it’s Sunday night… We moved him in this morning. Henry was tense – I was tense. He was “snappish” with me – although, to be fair, trying to put a duvet into a duvet cover is an exercise in patience and frustration…
When we left, he walked out to the car with us, where there were prolonged hugs. I got in the car and started driving, and thought – OK! I’m good! This is an exciting time for Henry and a new chapter for me (and Left Brain). This is what you work for, right?
We decided to golf today – why not? Beautiful day – no reason to have to rush home… We met a group of friends who immediately asked about Henry – thankfully, I had my sunglasses on. The problem with writing a blog is that everyone knows what’s going on in your life – which is also a good thing. But today – all I could do was nod – “yes – Henry’s good – I’m fine” – and then I had to go to the bathroom where I began to cry in a piteous way. And I’m afraid I’m one of those “ugly criers”… I had to do this privately. Once recovered, I rejoined the crowd (with my sunglasses firmly planted on my nose – no need to share my swollen, red, puffy eyes…) Later, my eyes would be red and puffy because of the pathetic “play” on the course, but that’s another story… Just as an aside, I have to send big thank you’s to all my Mom friends, who have been so supportive and understanding during this time. They all “get” what a big thing this is for Henry and for me.
I kept my phone on today, just in case… Henry hardly ever calls me, unless there’s a money emergency! He called three times today. I was pathetically glad to hear from him.
So…. my baby’s gone for good. But even worse, what if he comes home? Will he make friends? Will he leave his room for fun stuff, and not just to eat? Will he have a good time? When you’ve spent so many years controlling an environment for your child, this loss of control is excruciating. I know I have to let go, but jeez – it’s hard. I have a headache – think I’ll take two Advil and go to bed….