Monday, 28 June 2010


When Bob left for Hawaii I didn't expect to see him again anytime soon. So that he came home to help celebrate his father's birthday, and stayed for just over a week, fills me with gratitude, joy and pride (I'm not sure I'd have done the same at his age). Now he's on his way to Portugal with plans to travel round Europe and into Asia, we took him to the rail station on Friday.

Packed and ready to go

Ticket please

Last hug

Last glimpse

Luckily I'm not the sort who needs to have the people I love close by, I just need to know they're happy.


Alesa Warcan said...

Seems like a relatively light pack!
Looks like you have a tightly nit
family, whatever the geographical distance that may separate you.
Somehow I'm not surprised at all...
It seems in character. : j

Carole said...

Don't you admire people who are brave enough to travel with a back pack and a pair of jeans. He should have an interesting time. Does he get the writer gene from you? Is he carrying a pen and notebook?

Kim Ayres said...

Does Bob have a blog we can keep up with?

Eryl Shields said...

Alesa ~ doesn't it just? Amazingly he has a computer in there too.

You say the nicest things, thank you!

Carole ~ I admire them immensely, that pack wouldn't hold enough for a weekend for me!

He travels with a computer and does write very well, for a taste see his blog: the adventuring bobcat, on my sidebar.

Kim ~ he does, see reply to Carole, above.

Pat said...

Still and all it's a great bonus when they choose to come.

savannah said...

how exciting for him, sugar! i'll look forward to reading his travelogue! xoxox

Kass said...

Oh I love his name and the photo of you both at the train station. I clicked it twice and got it large enough to soak in the whole atmosphere. How colorful that station is, how movie-star-Shia La Beouf-looking your son is. How tiny and adoring you are. I'm taking up smoking if it will make me look as cute as you.

Look forward to reading his blog.

Kass said...

Just read his blog.
Trying not to be mother-freaking-out....
I guess I've led a sheltered life.

The Weaver of Grass said...

Ah, what it is to be young, footloose and fancy-free - and to be loved to bits by someone who has let go in the nicest possible way.

angryparsnip said...

Lovely post...

How wonderful when you children want to come home and what a great Mum to let him go with lots of love. You must have given him a strong base.... it shows.
I too just need to know they are happy.

Love the picture of you and Bob and so agree with Kass.

cheers, parsnip

angryparsnip said...

forgot to say love the red shoes !

Eryl Shields said...

Pat ~ it's the jackpot when they choose to come!

Savannah ~ brace yourself, he doesn't hold back on the kind of detail that makes a parent flinch (see Kass's 2nd comment!).

Kass ~ I had to google Shia LaBeouf and you're right he does look remarkably similar.

Was it the gun toting, alcoholic driver, the drug-trip or the gigantic centipede that freaked you out most? I'm hoping there will be less of all that in Europe, I was so relieved to see him looking strong and healthy when he arrived home.

Weaver ~ you have to let go, I think, for their development and your own sanity.

Parsnip ~ it's the best possible thing when they want to come home, and if you tried to stop them from leaving they'd leave anyway and not want to come home, I reckon.

I would never wear red lipstick (I admire other people who do, though) but I love red shoes.

Kass said...

The gun toting, alcoholic driver,
AND the drug-trip.

It's hard to trust our kids to manage their freedom and experimentation, but you've managed to do it so gracefully.

steven said...

eryl - there's a bit of this coming my way but not for a few more years and i'm working my way towards it one step at a time 'cause it's what i want and what i believe but really i'm not entirely ready for it. i wish your boy the best most memorable and sweet crazy fun times. he'll look back and wonder at you one day. steven

Golden West said...

What a lovely picture of you and your son at the train station, Eryl! You've raised a strong and capable young man who will make friends wherever he goes - and then come home and tell you all about it! Wishing Bob a bon voyage.

Anonymous said...

I'm not a big fan of families, but your one sounds good.

Eryl Shields said...

Kass ~ I've just done it by chanting silently to myself: 'what doesn't kill him will make him stronger.'

Steven ~ you'll be ready for it when they are, I'm sure, but not before.

Golden ~ I've already had some great stories from him about the people he met in Hawaii: a Japanese hairdresser, a Cuban ex-navy seal (who sold him the backpack) and a rather sad boy who kept losing things, including the shirt he was wearing.

Jenny ~ families can be rather difficult, I know a few that fill me with horror. Glad mine sounds good.

Wigeon said...

Happy travels Bob. I think it's wonderful that good mum's like you (and Liz!) just want the best for their kids and to see them happy. I've long fancied a pair of red trousers but love your red shoes. x

Eryl Shields said...

Wigeon ~ I once had a pair of red cords, loved them but had to be feeling über confident and thin to wear them. Shoes are much easier.

I hope you're well, thanks for the card btw, and apologies for not having been in touch, X

Titus said...

Ooh missed this! Great photos, and yes yes yes, great shoes.

Eryl Shields said...

Thanks, you can't beat red shoes!