What do parents fear the most about sleepovers?
The fear of the unknown
Let’s not sugar coat it here. Its child molestation.
I believe my children can scream, but will they?
I believe they have strength, but will they be overpowered.
Will they tell me, can they call me… will it be too late?
My son is a matter of metres away, across the park, at a friend’s house. Maybe 300 metres away, I keep my window open.
Will he escape and make it home?
How do parents cope with these thoughts? He’s 9.
I stayed at a friend’s place as a child. The father, a big fat guy with a moustache stepped out into the hallway and pissed in a bucket. He didn’t look happy to see me.
Imagine me, 10 years old, terrified of a guy pissing in a bucket. Imagine someone molesting you.
Tonight I’m at a loose end.
Is my mind a loose end, or is my purpose a loose end?
My career is on a speedway, it rushes past me. I can’t keep up.
My children grow and grow, and tonight they sleepover at friends and grandparents’ houses. It was unplanned, it was too quick for me. And so, I’m left at a loose end.
