It’s the 13 year old that has chosen Drama GCSE as one of her options – but I reckon I could give her a good run for her money………
Whilst we were
enduring enjoying Centerparcs last week, I received a missed call one afternoon. The phone reception at Longleat was pretty patchy – and I didn’t have enough reception to listen to the message. I tried to call L back, but it went straight to her voicemail.
Now I’ve known L since she was born – she and my sister are really good friends, and her elder sister R is one of my best friends. However, we don’t often catch up – and to get a phonecall from her is a little out of the ordinary.
When I couldn’t get her – I texted her to say that the phone reception was rubbish, so to text or Facebook if it was urgent.
But of course then my mind is in overdrive! I convince myself that something shocking has happened.
I texted R to see if she might know what the matter was (worried that it might be her or her family that the call is about) and no answer. Which clearly makes it worse (turns out she was at book club – but why let facts get in the way of a good panic!?!)
I then call my parents, as both families have been friends forever, but they don’t have a clue either. (Although today my Dad rushed up to L at church to find out what it was – I definitely get my drama queen-ness from him rather than Mum!!)
In the meantime I get a text back from L saying not to worry and she would catch up with me this weekend – which she did this evening.
Turns out she wondered if we still had our bouncy castle and if they could borrow it. Crisis definitely over!
It did make me think, though, how being permanently connectable can actually cause issues – years ago the message would have waited until I got home and been dealt with then without over dramatisation in the middle of a forest!
Similar happened a few weeks ago, my 11 year old son had to get the train home after a school football match and it was much later than he normally would – so his sister and friends were long gone. Plus he couldn’t get to our local station at that time, and had to get off at one a few miles away – so it wasn’t his normal route. To compound stress levels, his mobile phone had run out of power. I sat at the station waiting to see him come off ridiculously stressed as to what might have happened to him, and how I couldn’t get in touch with him if he didn’t get off the train – but he did, and all was well. It made me think that my parents had to parent without mobile phones and seemed to cope just fine!
I love my phone – and would be lost without it – but sometimes, they do make me even more of a drama queen than normal………………