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My friends all have it better.

  • amylindstclair
  • Apr 25, 2017
  • 2 min read

Today my son came home in tears. Apparently his life is now over. Best friend #1, #2 and #3 all have ipads. Gasp. Best friend # 1 and #2 are texting at night back and forth on the ipad and talking about the cool texting at school. Double gasp. His life is over as he knows it. He can't believe he is "the only one in his entire school to be 8 years old and not own his own ipad." It was hard for me to muster up too much despair as he used this exact same technique at breakfast all last week. "Mom, I am the only person in all of school who has to make his own lunch. Do you know no one I know makes their lunch? Do you know how much stress this causes me in the morning when I could be getting ready for school?" Since when did making your own lunch register up there near child abuse?

His tears over the ipad were equal to what I might save up for the death of a pet or maybe a car crash so it was becoming harder and harder for me to stay present. Then he threw out the real nuke. "Mom, I don't do anything super cool. Best friend #1 has been on a private jet and best friend #3 met Kevin Durant and what have I ever done? And DO NOT say go to Japan because EVERYONE travels. Please."

To-do list for tomorrow:

Research places to live in the rural mid-west where kids make their own lunches and run around in fields to music while picking flowers and digging in dirt.

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