But even making myself remember simple things like this doesn’t make me any less nervous! Especially when I know my mom was hoping to say hello to her mom while they’re driving there, and T’s mom L was also hoping to be able to check on him- all using Damien’s phone- ‘coz T doesn’t have one and my granny’s phone is somewhere in her luggage. My mom says she managed to get hold of him a few hours ago and she said he said they’re fine- but his phone went off mid conversation and none of us have been able to get through since. I should have thought to tell him not to play games until he gets to where they’re going… Coulda, shoulda, woulda! Does any of this explain why I could lock him in his room till he’s forty- and big enough to take care of himself- without batting an eyelid?!
There Is Never An Excuse
One in three is not a statistic - one in three is a crying shame.