I can’t imagine how it was to send kids off to college and into their adult lives in the days before technology. I love the instant check-ins and links that technology offers. When my son started college, Facebook was still relatively popular in his age group. I became a full-out Facebook stalker. Each night I’d check his page. Had he made a friend? Ohhhh! Look! Two new friends–they look so nice! I laughed at myself but I kept on doing it. I found it reassuring (thankfully!) and it eased the sting of his absence. I’d watch to see what else he was posting about and we texted back and forth frequently.
These days, my son has graduated and is far less apt to respond promptly, so our text messages have a lag time of …a couple of days… or even a week. We tend, instead, to talk on the phone during his long work commute. On the other hand, I message and text almost daily with my college-age daughters. We have ongoing conversations and quick “I miss you” or “I love you” messages and check-in’s (“How was your day?”).
This week, knowing we were coming up to see her concert, my daughter sent a message:
Hmmm….. I wonder what’s coming next.
After laughing at the hot cross bun request (we’re all addicts of the amazing hot cross buns that are produced at a local bakery), I responded.
I paused here, uncertain how to respond. I had assumed that she wanted pizza when we were visiting. How foolish of me! I’m clearly not in tune with the tech. advances of pizza ordering in college. In my day…well, never mind. We continued our conversation.
I had to laugh aloud here — and read the comment to my husband. We both chuckled.
“Are you going to do it?” he asked.
“I don’t know….”
I wasn’t sure how to respond…so I delayed and merely agreed with her remark about her responsibility, wondering how she’d adapt her plea next.
Her response arrived quickly:
After laughing again at her dramatic exaggeration, I did what any self-respecting teacher would do –at least one who didn’t feel like saying “No” and who really needed to focus on getting report card comments written–I threw my husband under the bus.