One thing that I still am getting use to is this view.
A closed bedroom door and behind it, it holds a child full of emotions who wants to be on his own. This view during this time of year is one that I am repeatedly faced with. But one that never gets any easier seeing.
I miss my son for the 6 and a half hours he is at school, and then I miss him when he is home. It’s funny how you can miss someone although there in the same place as you ❤️. And the only thing keeping you apart is a white door.
The start of this school week has been really stressful for Harry. A lot of change to his normal routine at school, has seen him seek solitude at home. Whilst I’m happy he feels safe here, I wish sometimes that I could spend a little more time with him out of his room. Although I have almost succumb to the fact that this will be my view for the next month, until some normality returns from the festive period.
I’m lucky I get to share a bedtime story with him, and each night tell him how proud of him I am. And we discuss anything on his mind (if he wants to) and he tells me he loves me as I do him.
But this is the other side to the festive period and one not so much spoken about. But one story lived by many.