Stephen has been in Rome for what? 49 weeks now? Fine. It’s only been 2 months but hey, that should have been plenty of time for him to install that webcam I gave him for my birthday… uh, I mean his birthday. That was his gift from me. He opened it and said something like, “Is this a gift for me or for you?”
Today he finally got around to installing it. I suspect the only reason he even did it was because I told him it can record video. That and so he could see the dog. When he calls and both Frank & I are home, I put it on speaker phone so we can all talk. If Old Dog is around and hears his voice, he gets excited and starts looking for Steve. My son thought that was funny and wanted to see it for himself.
Today we both finally got Skype up & running. For the first time in 8 weeks, I got to see my son. There was a bit of a glitch, though. He could hear me perfectly fine but I couldn’t hear him. I’m quite certain he would have much preferred the situation be reversed. But it was fun. I got to see him make faces at me. He got to see his pup. Then he went off to practice playing the organ while I fiddled with the settings to try and figure out why I couldn’t hear him.
A few hours later, I finally got it working and he came back online. We got to talk a bit rather than just me talking and him IMing me. Then this boy; this child I was in labor with for over 24 hours before they finally decided to do an emergency c-section; the son I slaved and sacrificed for (where’s that violin music?) had the nerve to say to me, “I’m not sure I really need to see you every time I talk to you.”
If, down the road, he finds he is not being called to the priesthood after all and instead, gets married, I am praying that he has at least 6 kids.
Perhaps he may not need to see you, but parents sure need to see their kids. Harumph.
BTW, the 6 kids line reminds me of the traditional parent curse — some day you’ll have a child just like you.
I never quite understood this as a threat, until my son turned out to be like me in so many ways — and regularly drives me crazy.
I’m glad you get to see him now, even if he isn’t quite as excited about it. He will be one day. they just have to grow into it.
Ya know what? I think I know the truth. It’s not really so much that you want Steve to have 6 kids, YOU JUST WANT SIX GRANDKIDS!!!
I can just see it now–whether it’s Steve only, Theresa only, or contributions from both–six little short grandkids with GREAT HAIR!!! 