And he did it again.
He woke me up at 6 am, all dressed and ready for his 8 am church meeting. I gave him money, told him to eat before leaving the house, be home right after the meeting, and to take care.
He still was not home by 2:30 pm. His meeting wrapped up at 10:30 am and my mom was already panicking. We went to the church to look for Second Son. He was not there, and we were told that all acolytes left already after the short forum.
We went to the nearby park to check. Last time he told me he went to the park to play basketball. Still, no sight of him around.
We went home. Still not there.
And I began to worry. It was already 3:00 pm.
From our house, I told my mom that we take our chances and drive to the village next to ours. She questioned my decision and said the place was too far for Second Son to consider going to. But I insisted.
Mom was slowly driving when I spotted a skinny lad standing by the waiting shed. He was with a few bystanders playing chess. And he seemed so engrossed. I told my mother to make a u-turn as I have already found my son.
From the other side of the road, my mom lowered her window and couldn’t control her temper. She shouted at Second Son to go inside the car. Second Son looked displeased.
My mom was so angry she began to chastise the poor kiddo. My boy just kept mom. I looked at my mom and muttered to stop. I wanted to talk to my son privately.
Then I asked him to tell me everything what transpired from the time he left the house until the time we found him. He narrated they got dismissed by 10:30 am, and a fellow acolyte invited him to play basketball at Goodwill Subdivision. They walked from the church to the next village and played at the park (and it was indeed a long walk) Then his companions invited him to play a war game at a computer shop, but he declined. He told them he would just go home. My son made a quick stop at 7-11 to eat hotdog then on his way home, he saw some bystanders playing chess by the waiting shed, and he just stood there and watched them play. He forgot about the time.
I would want to be anger at him. But thank God, He might have whispered into my ear to think, act and speak kindly. I told my guy we were so worried. There are news about kids getting kidnapped then returned dead with body organs missing. We do not want that to happen to him.
Sadly our world today is a dangerous place to live in. And inasmuch as we would like to trust people, there are so many evil forces looming large over the place.
That statement made him shed a tear. I did not ask if those tears were for the uncertain world or because he was caught somewhere.
“Have you eaten already,” was all I could ask after. He told me not yet. He got his plate and started eating. It was very obvious that he was real hungry. Then I just left him. I want him to enjoy his meal.
It was a Saturday. I read from one of the blog posts of one mama that there will be a free calligraphy workshop at Glorietta in Makati. I intend to attend with Second Son. This mother would want to surprise her son as he is into lettering. We were not able to take part in the workshop because of the incident.
I would want to blame second son’s new found friends. They are bad influences on them, as described by my mother. Partly, I would want to blame myself. The last time he did not also go home right after their church meeting, I just kept mum. He must have thought it’s ok not to ask permission.
And so again, dear Lord, I am asking for your guidance. I remember the first time I asked help about second son. I am here again.
Dear Father, thank you for the gift of children. Help me, please, to prepare them for eternal life. Guide me what to give and what to withhold. Caress me with your gentle love and teach me to be the same to them yet be firm. Whisper to me always when to be considerate and when to say no. Help me to be patient with them as you are with me. These I ask from you, Amen.
Devoted. Compassionate, Instinctive. Berlin loves to write personal narratives, thrilling discoveries, and mommy tips that make daily living the happiest. She shares the small house with her husband and their five boys.