The first time I had sex I called my mom too. Not with such speed though.
When I was younger my mom really loved to watch Gilmore Girls together and fantasize that we could be as open with each other as Rory and Lorelai.
All I ask is that when you do you have sex, you tell me.
With that look that says I’m going to be really disappointed if you don’t.
So when I did it I promised myself that the next time I spoke to her I would tell her.
So I didn’t call her for a while. “A while” for us means about a week. And then when I had to ask her something about flight information or whatever I called her and I made myself make it the first thing I said.
And she was cool enough about it I guess. She asked how it went. My review was not a rave, she was bummed on my behalf. She asked if she could tell my dad, which was sort of a respectful surprise in retrospect.
But it did teach me that she wouldn’t freak out. That if there was something I needed to come to her about then I could.
How well we do at listening is a daily question but trying is better than not trying.