At Least I’m Still Lovable.

My younger son had a really bad day yesterday. I won’t post the reason why out of respect for his privacy, and he will be fine, but yesterday was a little dicey and I felt a little helpless because I couldn’t fix things for him by snapping my fingers.

Late in the evening, the phone rang. I looked at the Caller ID and noticed that it was one of my favorite people, a young lady who is one of his best friends. I wrote back in the spring about how awesome her family is. This girl is home-schooled for part of the day, and lives a few miles away (not walking distance) so they don’t see each other much, outside of passing periods in the afternoon when she’s at the high school. I was glad she called; I was hoping she could cheer him up.

Instead of passing the phone to him so he could answer, I thought I’d say hi first. I answered, and was greeted with the politeness all parents really adore:

“Hi Mrs. Wells! It’s *insert-the-name-of-your-choice-here-because-I’m-not-blogging-her-real-name*! How are you?”

I replied, and halfway through what I was saying I turned into a blithering idiot, wishing I had just given him the phone because ohmygoshisoundedlikeafool:

“Hi! I’m fine, how are you? Are you on winter break yet? Oh wait, you go to the same school. I mean, so, how are finals going? Or are you done? Or, do you have any…wait, I sound ridiculous. I don’t even know what I’m saying. Never mind. I’m going to give the phone to the younger boy. Hold on…Bye!”

As my son took the phone, put it to his ear, and said “Hi”, I heard her say, “I just LOVE your mom!”

Imagine how she’d feel if I actually made SENSE!


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