So I got the most frightening phone call you could ever get about your child.
His school called telling me he was absent today......
I text my Fiance and checked, who said he dropped him off 5-10 minutes late, but he took him to school.
I called the school and had them physically go check his class for him.
He was not there.
So completely panicked I called my boss freaking out and got his voice
mail. I left a message on his phone. One of the leads at my work walked in while I
was leaving the message.... I was already bawling at this point. I
explained to her and told her I needed to check my house. That was as
calm as I could get about the situation. I'd check the house then if he
wasn't home I'd call the police.
I called my Fiance on my drive back home
to find that he was there already and that My son took it upon himself
to walk home this morning.
Meanwhile, while driving home I continued
with my nervous breakdown. I cried in my driveway for at least ten minutes
while I debated on beating my kid or hugging him to death. I go inside
and my boy's back on the computer playing.
That wasn't going to fly. I grounded him from the computer and X-box.
I explained to my little boy that his school calls me when he doesn't
go. That I though a bad person had gotten him and when bad people take
kids, they don't usually come back.
He went to his room and I went
out back to continue my nervous break down before calling my boss to let
him know we found him. Told him I'd be in tomorrow because I was going
to have a nervous breakdown for the rest of the day.
My boss told me to give him a hug and then slap him in the back of the head for him.
That option sounded good to me too.
I'll
tell you right now. Thinking your child may have been taken by some
sick-o drains the energy and life right out of you. The next day all my
muscles hurt. I had a head ache that that has now lasted 2 days. I'm
emotionally drained.
But
I have come to realize I would do anything to save my child. I was
adding up all the money I could get a hold of in my head while wondering
if I knew enough thugs to offer as reward to attempt to get my child
back and bring me the offender dead or alive. If brought to me alive,
I'm not sure, depending on what they did to my child, if I could have
let them live.
Thankfully I'll never know the answer to that.... My son was safe and I could breath again.
Well,
such as it is. My phone went off the same time of day as when I
received that frightening call today. My heart leaped out of my chest
again. My son.... but happily no. It was the pharmacy reminding me my
prescription was ready.... but the terror remains apparently. I fought
the urge all day to call his grandmother to check on him after she
picked him up from school.
My only son.... my only child.....
I'm
not sure I could live with out him. I can't understand how other
mothers do. The thought of losing him that day was as if I was sentence
to die.