It's Not About the Shoes

Our son had a tough time getting out of the house for school this morning. He couldn't find one of his shoes and it was clearly Jame's fault because he took his shoes last night and was chasing him around the house. He looked "everywhere." I had him retrace the chasing game, check outside, under furniture, in the basement, in the garage, in his closet--no sign of the shoe. He, of course, couldn't wear any other shoes because: 1) it is gym today, 2) there's sand in the black pair, and, 3) there's a hole in the sole of the green pair. By this time the school bus had come and gone and he was on his bed crying.

The real issue: he was disappointed over not being able to attend an organized sibling event this weekend. We don't want him to be put in a position to talk about his interview with the DA with his sisters. We don't want his sisters to have any influence over what he said, what and how he remembers things, or "advise" him on what to do now. One of his sisters is still friends with the sister of one of his abusers. Sweet, huh? We want to control the environment, tone and conversation when he sees his sisters. I assured him we would arrange a time for him to visit with his sisters.

We found the other shoe in his laundry basket and I drove him to school with him chatting on about the various kickball games he's been playing in gym class. I think tomorrow we may have a sock meltdown.