Along with the upcoming labor day weekend came the day that I had to tell Darrien (the 7 year old) that I wasn’t going to be working that day. Now before I begin to tell you what happened let me let you in on a bit of information I have recently realized that he has grown quite fond of the past few months. Now onto the story:
It started as a run-of-the-mill type of evening. Walk to the school, find the boy in the chaos of the school yard, possibly play a game of hide-and-seek, and then begin the walk home. All was going well, and Darrien had begun discussing how his day at school went and his plans for the weekend. The scenery was nice and calm, besides the occasional honking of a horn from the traffic on the street, it was beginning to be a rather nice walk home. Somehow or another, Monday September 3rd was brought up. To all who don’t recognize the date- it is this year’s Labor Day. Now, let me remind you at this moment in time I had not realized how much he enjoyed having me around, and before I knew it, the information that I was off work that Monday slipped out of my mouth and manifested inside his head.
It was at this very moment that the mood of the evening took a drastic turn for the worse. I immediately saw a change in Darrien. It was as if I had pushed the little red button in movies that says “DO NOT PUSH”. The missile was launched and I braced myself for impact. BOOM! His face reddened, tears welled up in his eyes and I do believe I heard the sound of his heart break. I was awe-struck. This is the same boy who I’ve had not one, but many disagreements with over the silliest of things. The boy who has on numerous occasions spoken the dreaded phrase of “I HATE YOU”. I didn’t know what to say, to be honest I was quite touched. A slight smile arose from my lips and I tried my best to hide it from the very, very upset Darrien. He ran to the van that was parked around the corner and slouched down in the seat. I got in and tried my best to console him and then proceeded to drive him home.
I walked into the house and pulled Pam aside. I relayed the information about his break down and that she might want to have a talk with him to explain that the world wasn’t ending– I would be back on Tuesday. Darrien sat on Pam’s lap and balled his eyes out. She asked what was wrong, and without hesitation, he pointed at me. I let out a quiet chuckle, as I was still completely in awe that he was so upset and didn’t know what to do. Words cannot describe the feeling I had at that moment. A cup of ice cream later and a big hug from me and he was okay again. By the time he calmed down, I had to head home to do the ever so lovely activity of studying. What a day 