No matter where he is, no matter
what he does, no matter how old he is,
I will always worry about him.
And what do I do first thing I know that he is safely back
home?
I ring him and yell how come he has energy to Snapchat his
brother that he is back home but he can’t press a 2nd button and
send me the same photo , indicating that he is safely at home.
Poor boy, I can see his eyes roll back in his head and
coming to the realisation that no matter how old he is, how far he has
travelled, how big adventure he just had, if I don’t get even a measly Snapchat
photo from him indicating his state of wellbeing, I will be seriously agitated.
And then I was thinking if technology is a blessing or a
curse?
A zillion years ago, when I went overseas, the only way to
stay in touch with my parents was a phone box on the corner of the street or a
postcard in the mail. In hindsight I wonder how my mother managed to keep her
sanity.
These days I have Facebook, Messenger and Twitter to keep in
touch with Him and guess what, he still manages to ignore all three of them and
leave me fretting.
I can’t wait for the time when I legally can implant a GPS device so all I can
see is his location on Google Maps and his vital statistics on a little screen.
(of course I won’t tell him that because I still want to receive the photos via
Snapchat)
For the record, I am not an obsessive lunatic mother, I am
the Mother of an ADF Boy.