Renegade Son Checks in Late for Moms Day

If you go two posts down and read the one with the waving bridal couple at the top you’ll see that I heard from a number of our great young people on Mothers Day though not from our youngest and this had had me worried since, as you may remember, he’s the one who washed the super fancy electric one-cup coffee maker we gave him last Christmas by submerging it in a tub full of soapy water.

I didn’t want him to feel guilty natch so I just sent a tiny little email saying basically ‘Hey honey I had a great day yesterday,’ but he didn’t answer. So the next day I sent him a second email saying ‘I wrote about you in my blog, ha ha’ But still nothing. Then the day after THAT the email I sent said ‘Well I guess you’ll be home in a few weeks but are you OK honey?’ Finally though, light dawned and I said to myself what on earth am I doing sending emails when i know very well that everyone under 30 now feels free to ignore all emails?

So I went to the method of communication I knew would work: I texted him.

‘Are you the hell all right or what?’ is what this loving message said and sure enough within just a couple of hours he called. Of course I was in with the vet having the cat’s nostrils inspected at the time and so missed his call, but he left a voice-mail which I set down here without change, edit or emendation:

“Hey mum. It’s me” (comfortable sigh.) “Just want to let you know I’m fine and good and everything…. Sorry I was MIA and didn’t call on Mothers Day (now in a perplexed voice) : my calendar has a Mothers Day ‘M’ and a Mothers Day ‘C’ on it, on two separate days (very perplexed tone here) and I didn’t know what those letters stood for… though I guess I should’ve known it was Sunday when all my friends were calling their mothers.” (another yawn here)

To condense the rest while still using his words he said that anyway he was fine, just busy on the job; that he’d been out in Brooklyn all weekend doing what he called ‘various fun springtime activities’; that he and his pal Scott were celebrating a joint birthday this weekend so he was trying to find an Inflatable Bouncy Castle to put in Scott’s apartment; that they’re actually cheaper than you’d think (said with mild exclamation) and that he loved me and so good bye.