What’s your favorite meme?
What’s Your Favourite Meme?
My favourite meme is the one that says texting your kid is like dating someone who isn’t interested in you.
And honestly?
That is my actual life.
I can send three messages on average before I get a reply.
Something thoughtful.
Something practical.
Something motherly.
Something along the lines of:
“Hope your day’s going well. Love you. Let me know how you’re going.”
And then, several business hours later, I might receive:
“Ok.”
Not even “okay.”
Not even a full word.
Just “Ok.”
If I get more than a handful of words, it feels like a major event. I should probably screenshot it, print it, frame it, and mention it in my will.
And if I ever get a whole paragraph?
Absolutely not.
Something is wrong.
Someone has lost a limb, needs money, has accidentally joined a cult, or is about to tell me they have moved to a different country without mentioning it earlier.
Because a paragraph from one of my sons is not normal communication. It is an incident.
The funny thing is, I know they love me.
They just apparently express that love through silence, unread messages, and replies that look like they were typed while fleeing a burning building.
Motherhood changes as your kids get older.
You stop packing lunches.
You stop reminding them to take jumpers.
You stop knowing every detail of their day.
And eventually, you find yourself staring at your phone, weirdly grateful for a two-letter reply that confirms they are alive, conscious, and still vaguely aware they have a mother.
So yes, that meme wins.
Because nothing says “parenting adult sons” quite like sending love, concern, humour, and a small weather report…
and getting back:
“Ok.”
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