even if it is still technically night here.
As I type this, Dub is at a lock-in with the youth group. It’s a rather huge lock-in which I wasn’t keen on him attending. He really wanted to go so we let him. I can’t sleep because I keep thinking of 1) my a) lone 12 year old among hundreds of 12 year olds b) in the middle of the city c) in the middle of the night and 2) the quirks that could make my lone 12 year old among hundreds of 12 year olds stick out. Quirky people or their mothers most assuredly understand this! It’s not only him and his quirks, but the world we live in and the predators who share it with us who have likely seen the ads for Zero Hour and think with delight about the buffet of victims. Continue reading ‘Well, I suppose it’s daytime somewhere …’
