Message From MotherApril 05, 2011
Halfway through a lecture of tidal wave proportions, in a room full of 400 other confused humans trying to stay afloat, I get a message. It ...
Halfway through a lecture of tidal wave proportions, in a room full of 400 other confused humans trying to stay afloat, I get a message. It is from my mom.
The lecture continues and more waves are flung, of too much information in not enough time, of words and "simple" diagrams which make everyone groan collectively. I wonder distantly if 3GP, 3PG, PGA, GADP, PGAL are the same, if they are all the same or some of them are the same, or if none of them are the same, or if they are the same but not really.Annie,
You got a postal article. Love Mom.
And then I remembered the countless minutes of her poring over the keypad of a new mobile, wondering why she could not type fast enough to reply to her daughter's messages. Mothers are amazing.Mom: Did you get my message?!
Mom: Why didn't you reply?
Me: You messaged me in the middle of a lecture!
Mom: So? You can message during class can't you?
Mom: Well why do you think I bothered to text you instead of calling!