Dec. 26th, 2006

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On Friday, I had a flat tire. Not a big deal, but it was the Friday before Christmas--it was going to take 3-4 hours for them to get to my car and do the repair. I called my mother, who had the day off, to see if she could pick me up and if I could hang out at her house for a few hours. She wasn't home, so I left a message. Then I called my dad (who would worry until told him how things shook out) to tell him that yes, it was just a screw in the tread. He suggested calling Mom's cell phone. I said, "Mom doesn't keep her cell phone on." (It's true. She uses it for outbound calls, and occasionally turns it on if she knows my dad will need to get ahold of her). I dutifully called it anyway, to be told "The wireless customer you are trying to reach is unavailable."

Half an hour later, Mom gets home, gets my message, and calls me. The funny part is, somewhere in the middle of her second stop (she was grocery shopping), she says she suddenly felt like she should turn her cell phone on. But she couldn't think why she'd need to, so she didn't.

Every so often, I can see that I'm related to my family, even in ways like this. With both my dad and me thinking about it, I guess it would be more surprising if she hadn't had that moment of knowing. On the other hand, you can also see nurture at work: I was taught to listen, and never once taught to cut off the things I hear. Parental encouragement overriding society or something.

I wish my parents had had that, too.


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