August 11, 2011

Call Your Mom

I keep telling my husband that when my oldest permanently moves away, we'll never hear from him again. Most if it because he just flat doesn't communicate. He is a man/boy of few words, something I tell him is going to bite him in the business world. To succeed one must be able to communicate. Period.

My husband keeps saying, "I don't know why you say such things. Of course we will..." as in... still hear from him.


So my eldest has been with a friend and his family in NC for the last week.

How many times have I heard from him? This would include, phone calls, email, and txt.

Exactly... NONE.

Today I had to take Mr. T to get his uniforms. (He did not get accepted to the magnet school he applied to, so he'll be going to the same school as his older brother.) I wondered if I needed to get Ringo some uniforms so I called him.

No joke... this was our conversation, which is so easy to remember as there were so few words.

Me: Hey, it's your Mom. I'm off to get Mr. T uniforms for school. Do you need anymore?

Ringo: No. I'm good.

Me: I know you said your waist increased from a 29 to a 30. Do you need new pants?

Ringo: No. I'm good.

Me: So they fit? Were they a bit big last year so now they fit?

Ringo: I guess.


Me: So. We've not heard from you all week. How ya doing? Are you having a good time?

Ringo: Yup.


Me: OK then. Bye.

Ringo: Bye *click*

I said to my husband at supper tonight as the boys were laughing at the short conversation of earlier today, "I'm telling you, he better hope to hell that I die first, because if YOU die first, if he hasn't bothered to keep in touch with me, I'm cutting him out of the will. If you can't keep in touch with me when I'm alive, you get nothing from me when I'm dead."

My husbands eyes got HUGE.

I said, 'I'm serious. I'm not kidding. Warning shot."

Good Grief.

Posted by Boudicca at August 11, 2011 09:02 PM

"If you can't keep in touch with me when I'm alive, you get nothing from me when I'm dead."

Uh, I need that tattoo'd on my forehead.

But, can we add 'respect' in there somewhere? LOL

Posted by: Rave at August 11, 2011 09:18 PM

BTW- I put that as my status on FB, and people are already 'stealing' it as theirs. :)

Posted by: Rave at August 11, 2011 09:31 PM

I think every Mother must identify! Bwahahaha!

Posted by: Bou at August 11, 2011 10:06 PM

Love it! Just like "I brought you into this world, I can take you out"

Posted by: vwbug at August 12, 2011 05:49 AM

Elder Son is also a "man" of few words.
When he returned from his week-long mission trip, he was simply bursting to talk about it, but didn't know how to just start talking.
"Ask me something!" he begged us. "Ask me something so I can tell you!"
We did our best, but he never did satisfactorily purge himself of everything he wanted to share.

Posted by: Roses at August 12, 2011 07:05 AM

I broke for cover when I was 18 years of age. Never looked back. It was good for me, and good for my parents as well. It's gonna happen, sooner than prepared. If it doesn't happen, you've got problems.

Just sayin'

Posted by: Yabu at August 12, 2011 08:11 AM

Want me to hunt him down, twist his ears, and tell him, "At least tell your mother you love her once in a while"? Better yet, show him these comments.

Posted by: diamond dave at August 12, 2011 05:53 PM

I don't need some long drawn out conversation. I'd just like an occasional call saying, 'hey. Love you. *click*' That suffices. Seriously.

Posted by: Bou at August 12, 2011 10:03 PM

Every now and then, when I lived in Michigan, [my mom's husband] would ask why I rarely called to talk with him. Now, in this case, the reason why is that I don't want to. However, I always responded with: "It works both ways, you could call me."

I talk to my mom fairly often, but if she doesn't hear from me for a while, she gives me a call.

When I first went off to college, I think I called maybe once a month, just to let her know I wasn't dead or something. As college progressed, it improved, so I wouldn't worry too much about it right now.

Posted by: Andrew Phule at August 12, 2011 10:18 PM

They call when they need money. Or when their pet rat dies and nobody else will listen. Or when the car breaks down and they don't know what to do.

Sometimes it's better NOT knowing too much about them. Right now our daughter is living in an old apartment. I am worried about her. I hear the gas stove doesn't work very well, so she has given up and uses the microwave oven ... there are only like three outlets and she keeps blowing fuses and having to replace them ... she doesn't have a fire extinguisher or a toilet plunger (the fire thing really concerns me, so she's getting fire safety equipment for her birthday; I'm sure she'd rather have new clothes!)

Posted by: PeggyU at August 13, 2011 12:19 AM

Andrew, That's the thing. If I call, which I will, and I email, which I will, and I occasionally txt, which I will... but there is never any initiation on his own, it leaves you but to wonder, does he even WANT to communicate with me.

Time will tell. I'm not going to push it.

Posted by: Bou at August 13, 2011 08:49 AM