Hello? Hello?

     This weekend, a girl from C’s class called him on the phone. Four times. He was very excited to talk to her, and their first (and only) conversation lasted 30 minutes. Our families know how to talk to C on the phone in a way that elicits the desired response, but for the first 5 minutes of his conversation with this girl, he was completely flummoxed. Not used to how a conversation on the phone is really supposed to go, he was lost, I think, because he could not see the face of the person he was talking to in order to put the conversation into context. It was kind of like listening to someone who speaks louder to a foreigner because they think it will make them somehow understand. “This is C____ P____,” he kept saying with increasing agitation. I’m not sure what she was saying, but they finally worked it out, and then they were chatting away. 

     It was a big moment, although he certainly didn’t grasp it as so. All the while, trying to keep one ear on the conversation, Husband and I kept raising our eyebrows at each other as we’d pass in the hallway. The next day she called again. And again. We let it go to voicemail, not quite ready for this new experience in our lives, I guess. The next morning, she called again as we were on our way out the door to Ga and Pa’s house for Easter. Husband told her C was gone for the day. We didn’t pass along the message, probably a mistake, because she chastised C this morning as I dropped him off for school. He still didn’t get it, though, and certainly didn’t seem to pick up on the fact that she was disappointed he didn’t return her call.

     Oh, I always knew the girls would love him someday - his dimples and personality are too good to pass up. But this isn’t really about the boy-girl thing, because C is completely oblivious to that. What’s so cool is that a friend is reaching out to him, outside of school, in a very big way. That’s huge, and it’s a first.

     We probably should have let him answer the phone.