Suspicions…
4.22.09
Sean called tonight, and it was odd because he so rarely calls to just chat.
In fairness, he was calling — at least in part — in response to my call to him earlier in the day to say that the dentist’s office had called to confirm his appointment for tomorrow (one that he’d made six months ago on his own), and did he know about that, and did he plan to be there, because if he didn’t, then he needed to call them to tell them that (except I don’t know if he even has a phone book in which to look up the number — he swears that he and Tony don’t have one, even though I remember tossing it over onto Tony’s desk the day we moved him in)… (The last part about canceling the appointment if necessary seems obvious to an adult, but perhaps not to an 18-year-old.) So, he was calling to say, among other things, that he was on top of the dental thing and planned to keep the appointment. (I was very proud.)
It was really great to hear from him, and we chatted about all kinds of things. I, being the efficient mom that I am, ticked through my list of pending items with him, and then Alex got on the phone.
All is well with Sean — but it made me suspicious. Is all actually well? Was there more that he had on his mind besides the dental appointment? Did he have something truly important to tell me, but I just talked so much that he never got to say it? And did I hurry him off the phone and make him feel like I didn’t want to talk to him, despite all the yak-yakking I’d just done? Ahhh!
On the other hand, how lame is that when your kid calls you, you immediately assume that something is wrong?! Maybe I’m like that old Almond Joy commercial: “Sometimes you feel like a nut… sometimes you don’t!”
Sheesh.
In fairness, he was calling — at least in part — in response to my call to him earlier in the day to say that the dentist’s office had called to confirm his appointment for tomorrow (one that he’d made six months ago on his own), and did he know about that, and did he plan to be there, because if he didn’t, then he needed to call them to tell them that (except I don’t know if he even has a phone book in which to look up the number — he swears that he and Tony don’t have one, even though I remember tossing it over onto Tony’s desk the day we moved him in)… (The last part about canceling the appointment if necessary seems obvious to an adult, but perhaps not to an 18-year-old.) So, he was calling to say, among other things, that he was on top of the dental thing and planned to keep the appointment. (I was very proud.)
It was really great to hear from him, and we chatted about all kinds of things. I, being the efficient mom that I am, ticked through my list of pending items with him, and then Alex got on the phone.
All is well with Sean — but it made me suspicious. Is all actually well? Was there more that he had on his mind besides the dental appointment? Did he have something truly important to tell me, but I just talked so much that he never got to say it? And did I hurry him off the phone and make him feel like I didn’t want to talk to him, despite all the yak-yakking I’d just done? Ahhh!
On the other hand, how lame is that when your kid calls you, you immediately assume that something is wrong?! Maybe I’m like that old Almond Joy commercial: “Sometimes you feel like a nut… sometimes you don’t!”
Sheesh.
