Hey, Dad? Say things differently.
Whenever I call my parents’ house and my dad picks up and my mom’s not there, he immediately tells me where my mom is because she’s the information officer at the Sandberg house and the person from whom I get family news, hometown gossip and general advice. Maybe she’s the only person who should answer, as exchanges like the one I had this evening happen more frequently than I’d like.
Me: Hi!
Dad [Brightly]: Hi! Your mom’s at the hospital.
Me [Stomach drops]: What do you mean?
D: Yeah, she went to the hospital this afternoon.
E: [Cold sweats, what’s wrong, why isn’t my family telling me that my mom was in a car wreck today and is on life support and why isn’t my dad there with her, maybe he’s fielding calls to the house to update people on her condition or accepting meal deliveries from sympathetic friends and neighbors.]
D: …with your grandma.
E: [Sweats subside, but still concerned because WHAT’S WRONG WITH MY GRANDMOTHER, SHE’S 85, and even though she drives a car and parties and has a really supercool attitude, perhaps today she knocked on death’s door to see what was up.]
D: Her blood pressure was sort of high today. They were there for a couple of hours and are leaving in about 30 minutes. What are you up to?
E [Shaken, trying to keep it together and act like I’m not a little bit vexed at my father for making me almost have to pull the car over because two family members are currently hanging out at the hospital for something that has turned out to be unrelated to smallpox, life-threatening cancer and/or sepsis]: Nothing, just driving back from the grocery store. Um, is everything OK?
D: Yeah, she was just nervous about her blood pressure. I mean, it was like 175, but mine’s been that high before. She just gets a little bit anxious sometimes, I think.
YEAH, DAD, WELL SO DO I. LET’S ALL REMEMBER THAT OUR FAMILY HAS A PROBLEM WITH THIS AND TAILOR OUR COMMUNICATIONS TO REFLECT IT.
(Love you!)




