I just called

May 23, 2017

It occurred to me today, as I put down the phone after a 40-minute gas with my Mum, that my kids and I may never do that. We might not talk on the phone, the way my Mum and I do. The only people I talk to these days are my Mum, my brother and my friends, Izabela and Stephanie. Izabela and I could talk for up to an hour about marriage, motherhood and nuclear missiles, but if you asked either of us what the other had planned for the day, the week, we’d both be clueless. We always dive straight into the big topics. Same with Steph. In our school days, we could easily spend three hours on the phone after a full day at school together; there was always a project, party or teacher’s new perm to discuss. I think I was 14 when I got my own phone line, mostly because I was hogging the main one. It was the first bill I had to pay, and I always delayed to the second or third reminder. I had a Garfield phone, and then one of those really cool transparent ones. I hope my children do call me –– to talk about big things and frivolous things. Hubert Givenchy used to call Audrey Hepburn every now and then just to say, “hello, I was thinking about you,” and that’s pretty wonderful, too.

 

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