His best little friend jack whom he met at daycare. These two boys are two peas in a pod. If ever anyone asked where one of the boys were the other was sure to be close by. They are both small in frame but mighty in enthusiasm. They love the same things, have the same level of energy, and adorable little qualities. They're both popular with kids, and love to play!
It has been so so lovely him making this real friend. I remember reading somewhere that kids of Memphis's age don't make real friends. Id like to say he's proved them wrong. Memphis hasn't attended daycare since last year. He has since caught up for play dates with his best friend jack twice, and Jack attended his birthday party at the start of the year. But hasn't seen him like he used to. Yet constantly he talks about him, how great he his, how he misses him and how he wishes he could see him more often. I've arranged multitudes of catch ups for them- in my head, yet for one reason or another never actually gotten around to it. So when I woke 2 days ago after dreaming about them catching up I rang his mum straight away and it was on.
We arrived at his friends place , and I stayed to chat to the mum for an hour. I couldn't do the dump and run. I just needed to make sure he was going to be fine. They were off and running instantly. The happiness shone from them both, I cant put into words how amazing it is to see two little boys so connected.
We said our goodbyes and off to work I trundled. Thinking about him all night long, I had this small feeling of unease, almost an anxiety. I am not one of those clingy over bearing mums, and this year has surprised me with how I've felt in different circumstances. I knew Memphis would have no problems, I mean he was with his best friend, yet I was unsettled. It's strange leaving your child with an almost stranger (even one I trust)
When I picked him up he was loaded up on sugar & fun. I mean that's the best kind of sleepovers for kids right! He was buzzing, talking a million miles an hour and already arranging for their next play date. The few cheeky talk back comments signaled to me that he'd had soo much fun but also that the exhaustion was soon to hit. After a few tasks in town we headed home and he was asleep before I pulled in the driveway.
I guess my little boy is growing up and that's scary. I am proud of him and how he handled himself. And if I'm fair I should be proud of myself and his dad for raising a boy who is confident and secure enough to be away from us for a night without needing us.
I'm still not sure why the unease- I trusted jacks mum, and I know he was safe and would have a ball. Being out of control of your children is a scary thing, and I should get used to it because as he grows up it's going to happen more and more.
