Don’t Worry – Tues 8th Sept 2015

“Don’t worry, everything will be fine”.  How many times have I said that to T or D over the last few years?

I’d be unable to put a remote figure on it.  That phrase gets said at least once a day, sometimes almost continually on D’s walk to and from school, if we have to pass dog walkers, strangers and vehicles noisily whizzing past.   Don’t worry.  

This evening, the tables were turned in the loveliest way with D telling her dad not to worry, that everything will be okay.

Hubbie’s dad went into hospital today and naturally that’s been the focus of thoughts.

I was able to tell D separately to T as we have an eight minute or so window after school before his school bus arrives.  

D understood what I was saying (the very basics) but got extremely upset when I mentioned that there had been blood tests – one of D’s major “let’s try and bolt out of the room away from that needle” anxieties.   Her overriding fear of the needles seemed to dominate any worries about her grandad until her lovely reassurance to Hubbie.
T was more along the lines of “so what does that mean?” and very mature about the news.   He really has a wise head on young shoulders, which is brilliant 80% of the time but maybe not so when it comes to taking in advice or suggestions.  

It’s been a day when any niggles about home-school communication have been put aside – although we still haven’t got a timetable and D has specifically asked what lessons she’s doing tomorrow – because we’ve all had cause to worry and hope that everything will indeed be fine.

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