Keith is asleep, but watching Road Wars at the same time,so I'm getting my thoughts down on blog.
Joe mentioned this morning that a group of them were going round 'this mates house' after school for a while. Then at break time I recieved a text asking me how late he could stay out.
Keith has phoned to ask permission to play Golf with my dad after work and I wasn't sure what time they'd be going and although I sometimes leave E and T at home to collect Joe from here and there, Elyse hates it - she worries ...HMmmmm! and it's not fair to drag them about late, so I suggest 8:30. The text comes back,'Later?'
The questions commence:
- Where does this person live?
- Will their parents be there?
- Is everyone in your year?
- Will there be older kids there?
I phone Keith who goes a bit mad, but here's my reasoning for 'letting him go'.
I said NO to Camden Market and still stand by that, but this is local and I know location means nothing - kids can get into trouble anywhere. So this is like a test for me and Joe really. It's the start of me being a grown up parent, trusting my son in his judgement and hopefully earning some parenting brownie points along the way.
My stomach IS flipping about a bit though - oh it's so hard !