Trying Not To Text Like Buddy The Elf

So it was difficult when my son moved into his college dorm a few years ago to not bombard him with all sorts of texts. 

Texts like: 

How were your classes?

Did you talk to a lot of people?

What did you eat today?

I had to remind myself to back off a bit. I had to wait until he came to me. And he did. Eventually. His form of communication is to text me pictures of what he's eating. Sometimes he'll tell me about a class. But it's mostly the food thing. 

Here was the brunch he ate the other day:

My daughter recently moved to her dorm. It's her first year, and again, I wanted to send her all sorts of texts.

How are you?

Do you still like your roommate?

Did you put all your clothes away?

What's your favorite class?

Who is your favorite professor so far?

Seriously, all these questions remind me of Buddy the Elf from the movie Elf. If you've never seen it, he basically asks questions one after the other. It can get irritating. 

This is who I feel like when I'm asking questions. Or who I am trying NOT to sound like. So I limit my questions to 2 per day. Sometimes 3 if it's pressing. (Did you get your meal plan to work at Chick-fil-A?)

Luckily my daughter texts me more often than my son. She let me know that her history professor is cool because he listens to Queen and she thinks her math professor might be German. Yes, her dorm room is nearly organized. 

And I did get a first day of college pic without asking!

I will always want to know more than my kids let on. But I have learned to relax a bit and wait until they come to me. I will never know everything. I will never know as much as I did when they lived here. 

But I'll know enough. 

(I hope.)