Wednesday 20 February 2013
Can't Kids just stay Kids?
As I was driving Goose home from school today he announced with great gusto,
'Mummy, today we had a drill!'
'Oh, my kind of drill?'
I responded, my mind more on the snowy road than the actual conversation.
'You know, a drill in case somebody comes to the school to take us or kill us. We had to face the cubbies and be very quiet; it was fun.'
What.The.Hell.
I wanted to scream, I wanted to laugh, I wanted to cry.
'Nobody's is going to come and take or kill you, Goose'
I answered quietly. Firmly.
'But Mum, somebody did, they came to a school and-'
I didn't let him finish. I couldn't. I don't think anyone will ever forget those poor babies, but I won't bring them up here.
My Goose is six years old, he has brown hair, blue eyes and loves to run. He's always telling me I am the most beautiful Mummy in the world. He's six years old. Six years old.
The world has a way of encroaching on our lives without us realizing it; I knew I couldn't protect him from the world forever, I just thought I had more time.
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