Oh I can so relate.
The poor little tyke. After an extended period of time in the washroom, (longer than any business required), I realized he was in there crying. He was homesick. Joel's little friend came for a sleepover tonight. This was his second attempt. I was a little hesitant but he assured Joel that he could do it. He even gave him permission to smack him with a pillow if he started to act 'weird'.
Seeing him cry brought back the nauseous feelings caused by missing your mom, your home, your own environment. Homesickness, something I am all too familiar with. I was plagued with that as a child. Week after week I would try. Family friends, best friends, neighbours across the street, it didn't matter. Before long I would feel the utter despair of loss and seperation. Gut-wrenching anxiety overcame me until I was brought back home.
I don't miss those days and I am glad I made it through them relatively fast. Phew.
Now those experiences enable me to empathize with the little friends who can't make it through the night, and my compassion brings them home :)
Friday, April 13, 2007
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I used to get homesick so often too. Then we started moving everywhere and farther away and now I am grateful for my phone plan so I can phone anytime I get that tummy ache happening
I remember so many nights when i wanted to be so brave and spend the night with my friends, but before I knew it the tears would come and all I wanted to do was go home. When I was in 2nd and 3rd grade on days when my mom wouldnt be home and I had to spend lunchtime at school was so hard for me.
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