My Girls

I called my little one today, to see if her three-year-old felt well enough to go to school.
Well, for me she might always be a ten-year-old sweetie with a constantly distraught, mean mommy. Actually, though, she is a couple weeks past forty. I like to see how she is doing with her babies in the mornings when she has a moment to chat, or when something may have gone wrong.
I knew the moment my three-year-old granddaughter answered my daughter's cell phone, that she was indeed on her way to play at her preschool, not in bed with a fever.
She said "Hi grandma", as though she were tired. I said a few more things. Then the phone went dead- twice.
The next time I called, I asked her to give the phone to mommy.
I heard my little (well, she's actually quite tall) daughter say: "Tell gramma to stop calling, you will
talk to her later so you can play your game."
Then a light bulb went off in my recent memory. My daughter did take the phone and tell me baby
wanted to play "plants" and something on the phone.
So I hung up, remembering a few weeks ago I watched same baby sitting propped up on my couch,
feet crossed at the ankles, working her little thumbs feverishly over the cell phone keys in a complete
concentration. Hilarious. I was only then becoming accustomed to my eight-year-old granddaughter
being so caught up in having her own private cell phone. -Of course, nearly everything is blocked.-
The story hasn't much to do with politics except that this little one actually does need the games.
They relax her, and give her something she makes her own in real time.
She is gone from parents about nine or ten hours every day whether she wants to be or not. She is like
millions of kids in big cities.
When I think about it, I realize how much I admire our current administration for attempting to make sure every location in the country has cell phone access.
These little things, the barely publicized things, make one proud to be American.