On Saturday, Cole left to see his grandparents – to have wonderful Spring Break vacation that includes three meals every day, and grandparents that dote on his every word; a vacation that includes sleeping late in a quiet house, under a Ralph Lauren comforter, awaking to the smell of French toast, and constantly being asked if he’s had enough to eat and how he would like to spend his day.
The night before his departure, he was in his room packing his freshly laundered Gap t-shirts, shorts, and Lucky Brand jeans. His clothes had even been removed from the dryer by his mother before the wrinkles set in; she knows his Grandmother is not overly fond of the crumpled look. When he was done packing, he went to download a movie onto his Apple laptop, only to discover there was a security question issue. The following conversation ensued…
Cole: Mom what are the answers to the Apple iTunes account?
Mom: I have no idea. I don’t remember answering security questions.
Cole: I need to know the name of your favorite teacher and first car.
Mom: First car was a Datsun; I don’t think I had a favorite teacher. Maybe it was your grade school teacher. Try her name.
None of my answers were correct. And adding insult to injury, because of Apple’s inane password requirements, we ended up needing to reset our password because we answered the security questions incorrectly.
While I reset the password, the teen whined and lamented about not only Apple’s cruelty but my inability to remember the answers to security questions I never remembered answering in the first place.
I tried to call Apple for help with the security questions but they were closed, which caused Cole to sink further into despair. However, in the course of sitting on hold for Apple tech support so I could be told they were not open, I realized I could download the movie for Cole – and because we share an account, he would be able to watch it on his computer.
However, by this point, my teen was in the middle of a meltdown and had turned his listening ears off. He looked at me and said, with a lot of tone….
I CANNOT BELIEVE I WILL HAVE TO SIT ON A PLANE FOR 2 1/2 HOURS WITHOUT A MOVIE TO WATCH.
(Did I mention that because of a gracious client he would be flying First Class? No? Well, let me add it here.)
Ok, I am, generally speaking, a pretty patient Mom. I raise my voice on average about once a year, and I seldom lose it, but I have my moments and they are not pretty. I guess the look on my face wasn’t pretty either, as Cole’s meltdown came to an abrupt halt as I shouted:
YOU CANNOT IMAGINE SITTING ON A PLANE FOR 2 1/2 HOURS WITHOUT A MOVIE? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW EFFEN SPOILED AND ENTITLED YOU SOUND??? (There was more, but that sums it up nicely.)
EVERYTHING IS AMAZING AND WONDERFUL AND YOU ARE NOT HAPPY.
This last part was in reference to a video Cole and I watched several years back. If you haven’t watched it….watch it now. The best part starts at about 2:00. Unfortunately the original video seems to have been pulled from You Tube.
My son changed his tone, apologized, and decided a movie might not be that big a deal, after all. I’m not sure if it was the reference to the video or my bared teeth and the daggers shooting out of my eyes.
And now, of course, if you know me, you will ask, “What movie did he end up watching on the plane?”
The tough Mom role just doesn’t suit me. But my moments are memorable.