Well it happened. Havok ran away. He came back after a little over an hour so don’t panic. But I did not like any of those minutes at all and I will not deny my own amounts of panic in them.
Everything was fine after school. We had a snack and had a really good bible study – he totally understood a verse that I thought might be confusing and we had a great little talk about it. Then, I had to bring up his chore situation. See, he was leaving his clean laundry in the basket and putting dirty laundry on top of it then washing them all together again. We’ve discussed the consequences of this many times. He conceded until a few minutes later when he wanted to go outside and then… Well, he lives up the the name Havok.
If you’re anything remotely close to human, you know when you reach your patient limit and you no longer have the calm control you wish for. Well, after several calm attempts to calm him down, asking him to speak respectfully to me, telling him to go to his room, him refusing point blank a couple of times, him continuing to argue his point, I lost it.
Ya’ll don’t know this but I’m naturally soft spoken, I don’t easily anger and I don’t yell often, when I do it hurts my throat. But I yelled, that loud, throat wrenching yell that scared the baby and everyone else. And it just so happened to be the exact moment that one of the older boys let a guest in the front door (a confirmed appointment for Stitch that I totally forgot about in the heat of it all). Perfect right? Perfectly embarrassing. This guest being a mother also and generally knowing me, understood graciously. After I finished with the appointment I went to speak to Havok, only to find his window open, the screen taken out and his phone on the floor.
You guys, I looked everywhere, truthfully there was no way he could have made it out of his window, so I figured it was a trick and he was hiding somewhere or he left out a regular door. I was livid and oh so worried at the same time. What a crazy combination of feelings. I didn’t like it. I drove around couldn’t find him and finally decided that the best thing to do was to give him some more time. Hopefully he would come home before his parents came home. It was hard though, what if he didn’t come back? What if he was so angry with me that he’d rather not come back?
When he walked in the house, I wasn’t totally calm on the inside but I asked him in a serious voice, where he went;
“I rode my roller blades around to try and calm down.”
“So you decided to leave even though you weren’t supposed to?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“You’re okay with the consequences that follow that decision.”
“Yes.” His tough composure wavered here. And he went to his room.
I was still so angry, so many horrible consequences went through my mind! That’s when I know I’m too angry to make any reasonable decisions.
I did go to his room and take all electronics. I told him calmly that I was too upset to speak about it today so we would discuss it tomorrow.
Tomorrow came and I still didn’t want to talk to him. He’d never been so blatantly disrespectful to me before. He was reminding me of his oldest brother, Hulk, whom I’ve never been able to get respect from. I don’t want to go down that road with this boy, I got to start younger with him, I’m really hoping our relationship is deeper.
I don’t know friends. This is the part that’s hard for us nanny’s. It all depends on follow through with the parents and bottom line – I’m not the parent. They want their parents more then me – as they should. This is just the part where the nanny can’t do much more then trust The Lord and the parents. And this is the part where I realize I need to let go of my desire to control what I cannot. It’s a hard lesson but a good one.