A week after she started college, we arranged a skyping time. There had been some texting each day but nothing was going to compare to seeing her and actually talk with her. That's what I thought anyway.
When we connected there she was, but she looked like she was in the local booking station. She was against a concrete cinder block wall. She looked tired and frazzled. We were so excited to talk with her. There wasn't a conversation though. It was more like an interrogation. She dutifully answered what we asked her but it was clear that she wasn't really in a mode to talk. We wrapped up sooner than I would have liked to. After we hung up, my husband and I both agreed that we didn't feel any better. In fact, we were more concerned than before we talked with her. Didn't she know we were looking for her to be bubbly and full of information about how much she liked her classes, her team, her roommate, her weekends...
Over the next few days, her texts were everything that we wanted from the skype. Our concerns evaporated. The plans for skyping again are on hold. That probably works well for us both.
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