Thursday, July 9, 2009

family fears

This morning I woke up, not to the alarm which was set for just after seven, but to the phone ringing a minute or two before the alarm. A stranger asked, "What kind of car do you drive?" The conversation that followed led me to believe that our car might be stolen. By the time I got to a window to see my car safe in the driveway, I had learned that it was actually my son's car in question. For the next hour, my husband and I were torn up with fear for our sons. Neither could be contacted by cell phones or otherwise. Eventually, it turned out that the car was not stolen. It had been left at the home of a friend of a friend while they went off to Alberta in search of a job. How did I find out? The police were involved, and the friend's friend's roommate had the information.
Now, my sons are not kids. They're middle-aged men, and don't have to call "Mommy" every time they want to go some place. But it would be nice to have a phone call once in a while, so that we don't go through agony for nothing. Of course, I'd rather go through agony for nothing than have it turn out to be something worth agonizing over. Moral of the story: let family know when you plan to be away from home for more than a day. It's just the Golden Rule: Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. Would you want your mother to go missing for a couple of days???? Check in from time to time as an act of common courtesy and kindness.

1 comment:

Diane C B Jones said...

Last heard, he's on his way back home.