Oh right. So a nervous breakdown is imminent then? That ‘invisible umbilical’ doesn’t stretch far before the pain kicks in does it? 😉
Last week, I wasn’t batting an eyelid at the impending trip but, the night before, all my maternal instincts are starting to kick in.
Have I helped him to pack enough underpants/shorts/plasters? Did I emphasise not going off on his own enough? Will he be able to keep his traveller’s cheques safe? Have I forgotten to put something vital in his suitcase?
It’s not the first time my son has gone away on a trip abroad and you’d think I’d be used to it by now.
As a Mum, I don’t think you ever stop worrying about your sproglets, particularly when they are travelling to foreign climes and could be at the mercy of every pickpocket and swindler.
Perhaps I didn’t worry quite so much when he went to Australia because he was younger and, therefore, had to stay in a group with an adult. Once they’re over 14, they’re allowed to go off in their own small groups and, being full of testosterone, high jinks will ensue at some point.
I keep having to remind myself that I, too, was once young and irresponsible… and I survived.
Fingers crossed, my own offspring will make it too.
Have a great time! x