Sunday, February 17, 2008

HH on Holiday

The apartment is remarkably quiet this morning.

Normally at about this time I’d be looking over my shoulder from my perch here in the kitchen, expecting HH to come padding down the hall with “baby” in tow, looking for Papa and a dry pair of pants. That’s our normal morning routine and even though I know he’s spending the weekend with his beloved Aunt Doris, I nevertheless find myself turning my head toward the door when I hear the floor creak or the baby next-door wail. His absence from the space fills it.

Late yesterday afternoon he called to check in with us, this is a rare thing for HH because he isn’t a phone guy – he normally refuses to speak to his relatives when they call or to anyone else for that matter, he’s just not into small talk. But yesterday he had a message to deliver that was important enough for him to ask his Aunt to place a call. I was taking a nap – something I would likely not have been able to do if he was in residence – and he left instructions that I was to call him back. When I got him on the phone he came right to the point. He reminded me that he had spent two nights with his relatives and that he would be coming home in the morning, then he said goodbye and handed the phone to his Aunt – that’s it – short and sweet. I asked Doris to put him back on the line pretending that I needed a little clarification; otherwise he would have refused to speak with me. This time he gave me a little more detail, not much more, but enough make two points unmistakably clear: It was his decision to take a weekend off from the folks but that he was ready to come home and wanted to be certain we were in agreement.

As much as HH enjoys his time away, he also wanted reassurance that this separation wasn’t an open-ended deal. He’s an independent four-year-old but he’s still just a little boy and in the words of the immortal Dorothy, “There’s no place like home.”

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Blogger Anonymous said...

He sounds very confident and businesslike when it comes to reaching his goal--that's very good.

My better half listened to your song on Youtube and I could tell he liked it very much--when it ended he pressed replay and listened to it again. He agreed with me that we would buy the CD when it comes out. It is excellent. He wnated to tell you he enjoyed the video portion as well.

Chedwick

2:27 AM  
Blogger Berlinbound said...

Well thank you - that's high praise indeed.

And HH - if he is anything he's confident and I hope he stays that way.

5:43 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hi!
First of all: This is not a comment to this post of yours.

I've spent the entire evening/night reading your blog from start to finish/this point.
Since you have asked your readers to tell you where they are from and how they got here, here is my answer to that:

I'm from East-Frisia (northsea coast in north-west germany near the dutch border), 34 years old and born and raised here. I found your blog while going through some other expat blogs. I enjoy reading about their experiences in my country. I find it very refreshing to learn about my country from a totally different POV.
Your a good writer, a real talent and i think, i will keep on reading your blog.
Keep up the good work and say "Hello!" to HH from me. ;-)

Sascha

4:00 AM  
Blogger Berlinbound said...

Sascha:

I've never had a comment quite like yours, certainly never one in which the reader tells of reading this blog of mine from start to finish. A "thank you" seems inadequate but I do thank you - for taking that swath of time out of your day and night and for your kind comment. I can't speak for others, but I imagine that just about anyone who writes in public hopes there is someone like you who reads what they have written and finds something in it that resonates with them.

Best,
Richard

4:45 AM  

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