Parenting Young Adults: Thank Goodness (and David) for My Cell Phone

If I were a hip momma, I would keep up with my crew by Facebook. Even my kids’ youth pastors ride herd over their flock online. I prefer to keep in touch the old fashion way with my trusty quill pen and my cell phone.

My phone can do oodles of things. I don’t know what they are because there are only two uses I have for it. One is making calls and the other is the alarm clock feature. At one time, I could take and send pictures with it. I can’t anymore and I have no idea why that is so. I am happy in my ignorance.

The cell phone is a miracle machine. I think it is one of the greatest gift to moms technology has developed.

I have a child who moved 3000 miles away last year. When my mom was a young wife , she lived about 60 miles from her mom. She rarely able  to talk to her mom because it was long distance call and therefore expensive. When I moved away from home 29 years ago, I could call once a week after 9PM. 640 miles was long distance and a call would get expensive if I didn’t keep an eye on the time.

The kid moves 3000 miles and we can chat for hours (if he wants). People ask me if I miss him. I really don’t. He is coming home this week. I am delighted to be able to see him but other than some shopping, what we will do with the little free time he will have is chat.

We both have the same cell phone provider so we don’t use minutes when talking. Actually, the phone doesn’t cost him anything because he is still on our plan. He is a poor but humble youth pastor intern (intern is code for you work very hard for very little money). A cell phone with a high number of minutes that could be allotted to making sure mom didn’t disinherit him was not in his budget. (Note to all our children: Once you move out: Calling home once a week for a chat with mom is mandatory to maintain your opportunity to inherent our vast estate.) One of the nicest gifts my husband has given me has been to keep the semi-adult on our phone plan. That was a 1 Peter 3:7 decision on his part.

The miracle in all this is two fold: the magic phone that keeps me I touch with my far off child and the man who loves me and understands I need to be able to keep in touch with our far off child.

Comments

[waterrose]

I'm in phoenix, with one in portland and one in austin. Thank goodness for the cell phone! It's almost like being in the same house...just miss the hugs...but not the empty pantry...lol

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