I know you're studying, but try to check in with us by Your Mom, Desperate
 Hey there Sweetie, remember me? It's your mom! No, no, honey, don't start making excuses. This isn't meant to make you feel guilty.
I know how busy you are this time of the semester, what with school starting and all. Never mind an old woman who has this empty house all to herself. I just wish I were as busy and important as you are!
Now, I don't mean to make you feel bad, but do you still have all those stamps and stationary I bought you? I know your hands must be tired from taking so many notes in class. I don't expect you to have any energy left over to scribble out a few lines to the woman who nursed you through the measles, strep throat and chicken pox. You just focus on your grades! Just because I got pregnant with you and couldn't graduate from college on time doesn't mean you let me get in the way of your studies! I sure would hate for something like that to haunt you for the rest of your days.
Did you remember to call Nana on her birthday? I'm sure that you have enough to memorize. I just wanted to tell you not to bother calling now; she's in the hospital and on dialysis. Besides, I know you have novels to read for that English class.
Isn't technology amazing these days? I think it's so wonderful that your aunt and I can e-mail back in forth. But don't worry, darling, I don't expect you to respond to the ramblings of a woman who carried you for almost 10 months — I'm sure your inbox is already flooded with important invitations to honor societies and the like! Did I ever tell you how fat I got during that pregnancy? And how maternity leave cost me that job as a secretary? I never did get back down to a size 6 after you were born, you know.
Your father did ask me to tell you "hi" and to ask that you let him know if he is sending enough allowance for rent and all each month. Do you still need that extra hundred for books? We're so proud of how responsible you are — so many other kids might have just blown that money on beer and pizza parties.
We really wish you could come home more often. And we certainly wouldn't want that Jetta we bought you for graduation to sit around unused. Of course, we aren't trying to guilt you into coming home; I'm sure you're just trying not to waste money on gas.
Well, I suppose that's all for now, and besides, my tennis elbow is starting to act up. Put that on top of the surgery next month and this could be a tough couple of months for me. But I don't want you to think about that sort of thing, sweetie. You just keep your head in those books where it belongs.
Your father and I won't be around forever though; you know, so try and call once in a while in between tests. Love you. |
