I used to skip school.
Way back in the dark ages, when I was in high school. I skipped a couple of months straight. Don’t ask me how I got away with it, but I did. I’d check in with my first hour and then, check out. For the rest of the day. For WEEKS.
I had this friend I skipped with. She had this friend who would put on a grown up voice and call us in sick. Seems I was stricken with mono, strep and the chicken pox in my Junior year of high school. Often.
Don’t bother asking what we did. It was nothing amazing. We’d go to coffee, the mall, lunch. Anywhere but Andover High School.
Eventually I got busted and was on some sort of school probation for the rest of the year. Oh, fun times. Fun. Times.
Back then, it was easy to have someone call us in to get our absences excused. The hard part was sneaking out of school without getting caught by one of the teachers on hall patrol or one of the undercover narcs. Yes, we had our own 21 Jump Street minus the Jonny Depp cuteness.
Why am I thinking about the juvenile delinquent that once defined who I was, kinda?
My son called me yesterday. And today. He doesn’t feel well and I need to pick him up.
The big difference though, between high school of the 80’s and today?
I call the school and let them know I’m coming to gather my sick child.
I pull into the front of the school and wait in my car.
And he leaves.
I could be ANYONE waiting to get him. His drug dealer (not that my kid is on drugs and if he is, I’ll kill him myself), his girlfriend (not that he has a girlfriend, especially one old enough to drive and if he does, I’ll kill him myself)…
He could be leaving for any reason.
My old high school self would be giddy with excitement at the prospect of just being able to walk out of school without the risk of getting caught for truancy.
My Mommy self…
Is SO not OK with this.
Especially if my son, when he is a junior in high school, turns out to be anything like me.
Luckily. Right now. He isn’t.