My youngest child, Alex, is 17 and already seems to be living life at full throttle. Standing nearly six feet tall, he’s a junior in high school with a busy schedule that includes working at a local grocery store, driving, and hitting the gym five times a week. He loves snowboarding and fishing and has a girlfriend to boot. When he does find a moment to spare, he usually spends it sleeping or eating. The rare times I catch a glimpse of him, he might share a few words, but there’s no guarantee. It feels like he’s on a speeding train, zooming away on his own grand adventure, while I stand on the platform, both proud and a bit wistful.
Don’t get me wrong; while I feel a pang of sadness, I’m equally thrilled to witness his journey, even if it’s from afar. He’s fiercely independent and even toyed with the idea of emancipation, which frankly terrified me. Thankfully, he decided to leave that thought behind since college is just around the corner.
I deeply miss our time together. When his older siblings moved on, I still had “the baby” to bond with. There’s something uniquely special about the youngest child that amplifies the value of even the simplest interactions. I find myself pausing, setting aside my tasks, and cherishing every moment. With him, time has a way of slipping away too quickly.
Surprisingly, he doesn’t demand much from me these days; mostly, he just asks me to book a doctor’s appointment or pick up some toothpaste. Of course, I do so with enthusiasm, but that’s about the extent of our interactions lately.
Last week, Alex’s phone broke, and I felt like I hit the jackpot. Upset, he didn’t want to spend his own money getting it fixed again. I remembered we had insurance and suggested he visit our carrier to use it. He needed the account holder—yep, that’s me—to accompany him. What luck! He had no choice but to hang out with me. We all know these things usually take ages.
As fortune would have it, we encountered a long line and were helped by a new employee who struggled to assist us. What a bummer! We had to return another day. So far, I had spent half an hour in the car with him and at least an hour at the store. We listened to his playlist, chatted about his siblings, and he even opened up about his job. We reconnected for the first time in ages—all thanks to a broken phone.
I was on a roll; I couldn’t believe my luck! We were directed to a third-party repair shop, which required another 30-minute drive. More time together, more music—this time, it was my playlist—more conversation, and I soaked it all in.
After parking, we waited in line again—a rather impressive feat, I must say. The estimated wait time was an hour, and we could sit in some nearby chairs. Alex appeared visibly annoyed, and under different circumstances, I would have felt the same. But I would have waited in line for hours just to spend time with him, especially since he truly needed a working phone. A win-win!
We found two seats and reminisced over a photo from his fourth birthday at Disneyland when our family celebrated together. The memories flooded back; we laughed and shared stories as we scrolled through old pictures on my phone for an hour.
Suddenly, our name was called. It was time for his phone to be fixed, and I knew our delightful time together was coming to an end. After signing the paperwork, we were told to return in two hours. I thought my day couldn’t get any better—more time with my favorite 17-year-old!
But then came the surprising twist: “Mom, I’ll drop you off at home. Thanks for your help. I’ll pick up my phone later.” Just like that, it was over. I resisted the urge to suggest he get a protective case for his phone—maybe, just maybe, I’d get lucky again in the future.
Who would have thought that a malfunctioning phone could rekindle the connection between a mother and her “baby”? Sometimes, it takes something broken to bring people closer together.
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Summary:
In this heartwarming narrative, a mother recounts how her son’s broken phone unexpectedly provided an opportunity for connection and bonding. Amidst the busyness of teenage life, their trip to fix the phone turned into a memorable experience filled with laughter and nostalgia, showing that sometimes the simplest mishaps can bring us closer together.