We had to call the police; he is not even home yet.
Before I got out of bed this morning, I had a plan for the day. We would go to a place like, Panera or Starbucks so I could talk my new talk. He needed to be reintroduced to me – a much stronger version of myself as his mother.
This talk seemed like a good first step to set the stage and make our expectations clear. My plan was good, loving, and firm.
But by 7:30 am, I was given reliable, but troubling information.
- Now I know what he has said to his “friends” in the last few days.
- Now I know what his friends are saying and planning for the week.
- I now know everyone who has been driving by my house and watching us. (Including the boys who kept watching me on the road as we drove side by side.)
- I know that he like’s to use the phrase when planning for the week, “What’s there to lose…they already sent me to military school.”
- I know where he’s going to say that he’s going tonight, and I know who plans on taking him somewhere else.
- I know that he plans on spending most of his time at a park.
- I know that he shared this blog’s web address with his friends and told them to send nasty comments.
- I know who these kids are.
- I know where these kids go to school – some public, some private, some independent.
And I will not hesitate to share any or all this information with the police. Meanwhile, they will be watching our house for us.