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Thursday, September 16, 2010

Seriously, 600 miles away isn't far enough...

Nick is up in NY right now visiting the family.  He made the plans without me.  He worked it all out and really, at 18, I didn't need to be involved.  He is an adult; he can make his own plans.

Or so one would think...

I had a couple of calls before he left from relatives that wanted to see him.  "Call him" I told them because really, I was not involved in any of this.  He made the calls, plans were tentatively made.  Until it all hit the fan today.  Majorly.  

He called me this morning just to chat.  There has been an on-going debate as to whether or not to go to a particular concert while he was up there.  He's going, he's not going, he's going, he's not...on and on and on it went until I thought my ears would bleed.  So last I had heard, he wasn't going to the show and he was going to his grandmother's for dinner.  

Or so one would think...

He tells me that he thinks he is going to the show tonight.  I'm like "Did you talk to your grandmother?"  He yammers on about a conversation that was had the night before and she kind of knows what's going on, blah, blah, blah.  So I'm like "Please, please, PLEASE call Nana and let her know that you aren't coming".  This went on through most of the day.  Some time around 3:00, I'm on the phone with my mom and she is describing all of the wonderful things she is making for Nick's visit tonight.

Insert awkward silence here...

So I cautiously tell her that I thought he was going to the show tonight.  This sparks much outrage and she hangs up to call my sister.  Within minutes, she's back on the phone with me (my cell phone).  While we are talking, my house phone rings.  My sister.  I tell her I'll call her back in a few minutes.  Thirty seconds later, the house phone rings again and it is Nick.  I let that go to the machine and he is like "Whatever aunt Karen says, don't believe her!" and hangs up.  So I finish talking to mom, attempt to call my sister, she doesn't answer so now I get the boy on the phone and SCREAM at him for making such a mess out of this whole situation.  We argued, he denied doing anything "really" wrong and I had had enough.  I talked to my sister, we laughed, we plotted ways to make the boy pay for all of this and in the end, he DID go to his grandmother's home for dinner and skipped the concert.

Here's the thing, and it may be a girl thing but I'm just sayin... you know, I can remember being 18 and hanging out with my grandparents was not a top priority.  As a matter of fact, I can remember times when I skipped out on it or cut a visit super short.  Now?  I would give ANYTHING to have a day with them again.  Will Nick feel that way twenty years from now?  Who knows?  But I know that I miss my grandparents more than I ever thought possible and I feel like he doesn't see them all that much as it is so when the opportunity arises, he should take advantage of it because they won't be here forever.  So yeah, maybe it's a girl thing but that's my advice on the subject...

3 comments:

Russ said...

I agree with you. Being a grandparent myself. I love seeing my grandchildren. I have a sixteen year old that ducks out once in awhile and I just laugh.I still see the little one's. They can't escape.
Have a good weekend.

Lin said...

It's hard because there is just so much you want to do as a teen. I enjoyed some visits with my grandparents, but then there were those hard ones--when they were sick or not 'with it'. Those are painful to remember.

What would drive me crazy (and it does here too) is trying to tell those teens that what they do or don't do affects others. They don't get it. I'm glad he ended up going to see grandma. :)

A.Marie said...

Oh my gosh...I loved my Grandparents so much that I would rather go visit them and hang out than do something else. My idea of heaven would have been to have lived with them growing up...I know, I was truly a Grandma's Girl. I was blessed to be able to be around my Grandma until the end of her life. I miss her so much...not a day goes by that I don't wish I could call her or go and see her.