Dwight and I had just sat in the car. I plugged the aux cord into the top of my phone and turned up the volume. We needed to talk to his dad. The reason escapes me. I dialed the number before backing out. 3…1…3…
“Hello?” DG senior answered.
“Hey” I started.
“Hello?” he repeated.
“Who is this? Do you know who you called girl? Did you dial the wrong number?” Then he let out a big belly laugh.
I looked at Dwight. Dwight cocked his head back at me and smirked.
“Oh he’s making a joke,” I said.
“Like I call so little that I must’ve dialed the wrong number.”
“Right. Right,” Dwight acknowledged.
“But,” I began a little later, “what’s funny is I could say the exact same thing to him.”
Dwight added, “So could I.”
Because you see, his parents don’t really call. Have they called in the past? Sure. Do they routinely call, like every Sunday at three o’clock? No. No they do not.
This seems to be common behavior, not just between my in-laws and my family, but also with people, in general. We complain that we don’t hear from friends and family very much, but how often do we reach out to those same people that we criticize?
Do you have this dilemma? Is there some family or friend you wish you could talk with more, but it just seems to be a challenge? Do you have a regular communication pattern? Let me know how you keep in contact with people.