We didn't want to make a big deal....I think that provokes anxiety. Afterall, he was cool about the whole thing, he'd seen R come and go on school and girl guide camps tonnes of times and he was excited about going.
To be honest, I don't think he completely got it. L lives in the moment and his language disorder prevents him from seeing the big picture and understanding that there is an end and eventually you come home (it was only 2 nights).
I kept my mobile close....call it intuition. Tuesday afternoon an unknown number came up on my phone. It was Mr C, L's teacher. Instantly I asked if something was wrong. He was relaxed, "no nothing's wrong....but L misses you and just wants to talk to you. He knows there's one more sleep and he's OK with that, he just wants to say hello."
So L and I chatted. I couldn't really understand him....but didn't want to pressure him into explaining himself. We said goodbye, see you tomorrow, daddy will pick you up. All good.
Joe picked L up the next afternoon and was met by our beautiful smiling boy but berated with a "where have you been?".When we opened the suitcase....so concerned about everything returning home (I spent hours stitching in labels!), I noticed that the socks were still zipped away in the bag.
"L, did you change your socks?"
"....umm.....I can't remember...."
I don't care!