Unbeknownst to me, my fifth and last child, twenty-four years of age, has never set foot inside a United States Post Office. This came to my attention last night when he called to say he had ordered something online that he needed to return. “How do I do this? Where do I go? How much does it cost?”
I keep telling myself I wasn’t a bad mother. I had taught him the more important facts of life – how to do laundry, iron, make a bed, sweep, dust, do dishes, and cook eggs. I’m not sure if he practiced what I preached though. His sisters will tell you he is my favorite and I coddle him. Not true. He’s just my favorite son…
On the other hand, he has grown up in a world of technology and snail mail wasn’t on his agenda. Packages ordered have been delivered right to his front door and music and computer programs are installed instantly online.
Now I’m second guessing myself and wondering if he has ever been in a public library. Books could be ordered online or sent electronically to almost any electronic device since the time he was remotely interested in reading, and then it was mostly the reading of music which isn’t usually available in the public library. Music libraries have been his priority. He visits the bookstore at school only when he is in dire need of something yesterday.