We are spending the waning days of our summer vacation in the dubious luxury of a not quite ready for prime time guest room at my mother’s house in NJ.
So that means there’s a whole lotta “suckin’ it up” goin’ on…
Tragically for my eleven year old it means, gasp, no bedroom TV.
“What am I going to dooooooooo?”
“Well, you can read your summer book assignment.”, I offer, hoping she’d take advantage of this splendid gift of time, but knowing I’d probably feel her forehead if she did.
“Mom, what’s wrong with the lights, I’m flicking the switch and they’re not comin’ on…
And since frantically flicking the switch and freaking out is always the answer, she begins to melt unsilently,
MOM…LIGHTS… NOT… COMING… ON!!!!!”
I am informed by my brother that, temporarily, there is no lighting in our suite.
No, lights, no television and a Nintendo DS in need of charging (with the closest outlet miles away from the bed)….it’s as primitive as a suburban house in NJ can be.
“This is… JUST AWFUL!” cries my tragic rag doll, throwing herself across our air conditioned room and slumping onto the freshly laundered bedspread.
I realize now that I have failed her as a parent. I have not slept out in the woods with her nearly enough…or at all.
If we were riding the Oregon Trail, we’d never make it out of Missouri.
“So what now, Mom?”
“What now? It’s 11:00!…How about sleep?”
“It’s too dark”
“Mary, there are streetlights outside of the window, it’s not too dark”
“Just knowing we don’t have a lamp makes it darker for me, Mom.”
So we both stretch across the bed and stare at the spackle on the ceiling.
“Remember when I read you the Little House books, Mary?”
“It was even darker for them, plus they had no TV.”
“I bet they would have one if they were around.”
“Maybe, but I don’t know, Mary…not everyone now has, or even wants, a TV..there’s a lot to be said for unplugging and just being quiet for a while, I pontificate hitting my stride, ya know… we all should just learn to get by with less stuff.”
“Yeah but remember when Laura had that corncob in a rag that she pretended was a doll?”
“Oh yeah, Mar, I remember that.”
“Then she got a real doll for Christmas and she flipped out?”
“Laura had no problem trading up, Mom…just sayin’ “
“Good point…Goodnight Mary”
Peace ~ Rene