Okay, that’s the last time I’m going to make a statement about swearing it will be a better day tomorrow. ;-) I woke up at 5 this morning to my big dog going insane. Turns out our neighbor was at the door letting us know that someone had broken into my son’s car. Yuck. Poor kid. We live in beavercleaverville, and he never thinks anything bad is going to happen. The police are still outside with him and are actually trying to lift prints off the car. That’s way more than I expected since it looks like a smash and grab. And the officer has been very kind and respectful to my son, understanding the sudden loss of innocence.
For my son, and myself, it’s been a learning experience. From what number do you call when it’s not really an emergency but you need an officer, to oh geez replacing that window is going to be really expensive. We’ve been going back and forth the last few weeks and more than once I’ve said, “Grow up!” to him. I regret those words right now. (Though for his own growth I know it needs to happen.)
He said, “Mom, stuff like this isn’t supposed to happen.” He’s right, it’s not. I told him bad stuff can happen anywhere, and that why his dad always lectures him about never leaving valuables in the car and to always put the vehicle in the driveway. Though the police don’t think that would have mattered this time.
I know it probably doesn’t mean much to him now, but I told him that he’s okay and wasn’t hurt is all that matters. The rest of it is just stuff.