Rich and Harrison are at the movies. (They are seeing “The Dictator” which is one of those movies I have no interest in seeing. Much like “Dark Shadows” which, in a quest for fun family time with Jessie, I saw and hated last night.) In her father’s absence, Jessie has just borrowed his iPhone charger. I can tell you with complete certainty that this is not going to end well. Despite her deep and sincere well meaning-ness to return the charger to its rightful owner, my ten plus years having attempted to parent her tell me otherwise.
Here’s how I see it playing out. Rich’s iPhone (which doubles as his work phone) is his lifeline, at the very least between the hours of sun-up on Monday until sun-down Friday. Without it at the ready he is literally incapable of conducting business, knowing where he has to be and functioning at as close to one hundred percent as possible. Sure, it is fully charged now, as Jessie removes it from the wall, but I suspect that there will be some sort of mechanical drain which will render it only partially charged come tomorrow morning which is when, upon discovery, all hell will break loose.
I will somehow be blamed for the misstep. Rich will inquire as to the charger’s whereabouts and I will, in a moment of bad parenting, rat out Jessie for having made off with it. She, in turn, will swear that I told her that she could use it but will manage to leave out the part when I told her she must return it once her iTouch is charged unless she is prepared to suffer, er, face the consequences. Yelling between the upstairs and downstairs of the house will ensue. At some point, likely early on in the game, I will be held accountable. I will try to gently remind her of her promise and everyone will be aggravated. This will all happen prior to seven a.m. (on a Monday morning, no less.)
Oh, sure, I have the power to arrange things so that none of that happens by simply retrieving the charger on my own and re-attaching it to the phone before I pass out, er, go to bed tonight. I could continue to remind Jessie of her obligation to return that which she borrows, particularly when the owner of said item has not officially sanctioned the borrowing in the first place. Or, I could let it alone and hope that this will be the one time that my child who cannot manage to get herself from the kitchen to the car without losing something might suddenly become responsible. No matter which path I choose, it somehow lands on me.
So, as usual, I am torn. Do I make things easier for everyone (okay, mostly me) by retrieving the charger and plugging the damned thing back in with Rich none the wiser? Or do I actively encourage Jessie to try to follow through on her obligation and return it herself once her iTouch (or iPad or Kindle Fire or GameBoy or whatever the hell else she has going on up there) is fully rarin’ to go? Perhaps this will be the turning point – the time when she recalls that which I have, in the past ten minutes, reminded her of. Whaddya think? Yeah, I’m pretty sure it ain’t happening, too.
File this under one of the many trials and tribulations of raising a child of any gender.
p.s. As I was posting this I got a shout out from upstairs: “mommmmm, my Kindle won’t charge!” Is this kid trying to charge her Kindle with the iPhone charger?
p.p.s. And now: “ohhhh, there’s my iTouch charger!” And she dutifully returned Rich’s. Well there a real-time blog for ya!