Well, camp is underway and 'little one' is not coping too well. His tears started as soon as the legendary 'Arthur Dunger' camp hat (Paul Hogan Show character, 1970's) was placed on big brother's head, before he walked out the door.
An emotional balcony farewell waving scene ensued, and then, once the car was a mere speck on the horizon, 'little one' collapsed in a crumpled heap, on the lounge, and sobbed.... literally.... for half an hour. He eventually shuffled upstairs to read a book. Every now and then I would hear a little whimper. "Are you alright, darling?" "Yes, just thinking about him, Mum."
The tears continued throughout the day as 'reminders' were everywhere. While helping with the folding, fishing big brother's guitar pick out of my new washing machine (for the 50 millionth time) - tears. Putting big brothers clothes away - tears. Swimming solo in silence in the pool - tears.
I'm going out in sympathy and missing him terribly too. I just didn't realise how much of a responsible little boy my big boy is. I know this sounds terrible but I can't remember the last time I actually made my boys breakfast. Big one does it all for himself and his little brother. I even found big one in little one's bed in the middle of the night, the other night....."he was just having a nightmare Mum, I'm rubbing his back until he goes back to sleep".
Yep..... I'm aching now. 3 days to go.
Reference: 'Arthur Dunger' Hat, Paul Hogan Show.