So. My biggest little person ran away A FEW MONTHS AGO.
I never ran away.
She must get it from her father.
Apparently I was so scary as a parent, that she needed to tell me a lie about her upcoming saxophone exam. The one that she had previously completed a few days prior without telling me. The one that she told me was in a few days time. THEN she told me she had already sat it.
WHAT? I just can’t even make this stuff up!
Seriously. You would rather tell me a lie than face up to an unpcoming exam without practice? If she thought I was scary prior to the lie – well. No wonder she ‘ran away’ after!
Actually – I was speechless. Almost apoplectic (I have totally always wanted to use that word!).
Anyway, off she went. Whilst I was on the phone to her sax teacher. She thought I was talking to Wilbur – which apparently is very scary.
I look around, maybe fifteen minutes later, and do a quick head count. 3/4 children present. Other one not in usual ‘stealth mode spots’. Bike still in shed.
Check ‘find my phone’. There she is. Let up a silent prayer for Steve Jobs.
Jump in car and retrieve sobbing, hot mess of a child. That’s what she is. Still a child.
I envelope her in a bear hug.
Then I bombard her with running away advice, should she choose to do so again SO HELP ME GOD I WILL SPIFLOCATE HER IF SHE DOES.
- Take your bike. Safer than slowly roaming streets – and you will get further.
- Wear a helmet. Or a hat. Sun protection.
- Take water.
- Take mobile phone. (Thank-you Steve Jobs for your foresight)
- Wear sensible shoes
This parenting gig is tough work. Being the eldest of four is tough work.
She turned 14 on the 8th January – something tells me I need to prepare for more of this sort of thing….. FROM HER SISTERS!
Thank goodness loving is not hard work at all.
Tell me – did you ever run away?
Have you any top tips for running away?