One Sunday evening in the summer my husband and eldest son were out and took the car. I was at home with my two younger sons, 7 and 3. I had an urge to have some “Koo Koo Taffy”. For those who are not familiar with this wonderful confection, it consists of three favors of taffy, strawberry, vanilla and chocolate. It was impossible to eat it without getting some on your face but this only added to the experience.
That night I asked my 7 year old son to go to the convenience store to get me some of my candy. This convenience store was the one farther away. Off he went in search of my taffy.
After a while I started to get worried because he should have been back and without the car to go look for him, I was really looking forward to seeing him return home. There is nothing worse than worrying about where your child is and imagining the worst and my imagination goes wild under these circumstances.
Finally I received a call from him. He had made his way to the next city, had crossed a major thoroughfare and was at the golf course, sitting at the bar. I was so happy to hear from him and to know he was okay but now what was I to do? I got out of my pyjamas, got my 3 year old son ready and got on my bike, put him in the baby seat and peddled over to the golf club. Here he was sitting pretty at the bar like he belonged there with his new found drinking buddies chatting them up. Thank goodness he’s resourceful.
Now whenever my son talks about going anywhere, and although he has now travelled successfully by himself through the United States on a 10 speed bike, across Europe and China, we bring up Golf Dorval story much to his disgust. No wonder the things we do as children last forever. Parents just won’t stop talking about them. Guilty as charged. I love you son, thanks for the memory.
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You know what I love most about this post, Kay? Is that it illustrates exactly what I was mentioned in my most recent post - parents “back in the day” never coddled their children as badly as they do now, resulting in industrious, courageous and independent-spirited daughters and sons like yours.
(Although yes, I understand that the pre-internet days seemed safer somehow, but that may just be an illusion?)
It’s great to meet you; life coaching is awesome, isn’t it? Unfortunately I don’t have the funds to continue training right now, but hopefully one day soon I’ll be overflowing with abundance…(there, that’s my self-coaching for the night lol)