Hi. Its me, Gleek
Gleek has memorized my cell phone number. She calls me frequently when I’m away from the house without her. “Hi its me, Gleek. Daddy is taking me out to lunch.” Sometimes she needs something, so she will call me to ask about it. “Hi its me, Gleek. Kiki won’t give me a turn!” Sometimes I don’t hear the phone and she leaves me messages. She’s really quite good about it. “Hi its me, Gleek. Can I go play at my friend’s house?” I love the sound of her little voice on the phone. She sounds so much smaller and younger compared to the other voices I converse with. “Hi its me, Gleek. I can’t find my swimsuit!” Often there isn’t much I can do about her predicament until I get home, but I offer reassurance and she feels better knowing that I’ll help when I can. “Hi its me, Gleek. I just want you to come home now.” Sometimes she is crying and sniffling. It makes me want to snuggle her into my lap. Instead I offer her whatever comforting words I can muster.
I love that I live in an age with cell phones. I love that my little girl can feel connected with me even if I’m gone for awhile. I treasure these little conversations because I know that a time will come when her problems will not be so simple. The time will also come when it won’t be me that she calls with her problems. I wish my voicemail would save messages for more than 14 days. I’d like to save the little six-year-old-Gleek voice so I can treasure it when she’s gone on to become an older version of herself.
“Hi its me, Gleek. I love you mommy.”