What started out as a little joke was rather revealing. Now, to preface all of this, I’m a mom of four, two of which are out the door and married; and two teens who are still at home.
It’s an awesome time, in their lives and mine. And I do mean that! It is a time of tremendous growth for the kids, and, at the same time, it is a time where a tremendous number of gray hairs grow on my head. There are plenty of stressful issues: driver’s training and sports injuries and teenage angst and such. But there is a lot of fun, and joy, too, in watching my teens turn into young adults.
We teach each other lots of things. I have shown them how a washing machine and a vacuum cleaner work. They patiently work with me on new technology, like how to use my cell phone. And how to Twitter. Plus, I’ve had some real deep conversations via text, too. So it’s all good. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss them all being little, home around the dinner table and tucked into bed by 8 p.m. each night.
This summer is giving me a peek into the future. Between their work, social, and – dare I say – sleep schedules, I don’t see them much. My husband and I are getting used to dinner for two. Come fall, when they are back to school and on a schedule, I’ll see more of them, I’m sure.
So… here’s my weekend faux pax using texting: purely by accident, I found a sure-fire way to get a teen home for dinner.
Picture this: a wonderful dinner of barbecued pork-chops, seasoned grilled potatoes, fresh pineapple slices and veggies was being served at 6:45 p.m. One teen was at work, so I sent the obligatory text to the other available teen. And here’s how it went:
Me: “Will you be home for dinner?”
Teen: “Doubt it. What are we having anyway?”
Me: “But does it matter, you aren’t going to be here anyway.”
Me: “Oops – I mixed up the “P” meal…it’s Porkchops, Potato, Pineapple.”
And that was it. No reply at all to any of my texts.
It looked like another quiet dinner for two.
But in what seemed like seconds, here is my beautiful teenage daughter, in person, at the table.
Teen: “Where’ the pizza?”
Me: “Didn’t you get my texts? I was joking.”
Teen: “No, I was riding my bike home. I can’t believe you did that. M-o-o-o-o-om! I could have had pizza with my friends! That’s what they were having!”
She said it laughingly, not appreciating the joke but totally appreciating knowing that her presence is missed at the dinner table.
Since she is a whiz on her phone, without ever missing a text, I never dreamed she’d read “pizza,” shove her phone in her bag, jump on the bike and head home without a text response like, “Pizza? Really? Awesome! Can my friends come, too?”
Wow – I totally underestimated the power of pizza.
Seriously, she really was a good sport about the whole incident, but I wouldn’t dare do that again.
I could get the reputation of “crying pizza.”
So the next time she texts, “what’s for dinner,” I’ll text back, “Chinese food.”
She likes almond boneless chicken as much as pizza…
© 2012 – Lynne Cobb