Today I received a missed call from Cindy, my boyfriend’s mom. We’re very close and so it was no surprise in finding that she had called. After she called though, she text messaged me telling me to delete some of my voicemails because my inbox was full and no one can leave me messages. I was unaware of this. I’ve known for a little while that people have been unable to leave me messages but I thought that it was my own fault. I recently connected my iPad to get my voicemails rather then my cell phone because I hate going through the process to finally hear the message. However, that too soon became annoying to me and I got rid of it. Now, I get no voicemails at atll. I thought that because I did that, I deactivated my voicemail some how and haven’t figured out a way to get it working again, I was wrong.
After considering Cindy’s advise, I decided to call my voicemail and see what happens. To my surprise, she was right. My mailbox was full and in that discovery, I encountered a whole different type of problem. I can’t bring myself to delete the messages!
As the readers of my blog know, I speak to my Mama every day on the phone. We both share the calling, kind of. I try to beat her to it most times because that way I just feel better, but because she has a lot more free time then I do, she’s often calling me most. This is tricky though because she usually catches me at bad times like during class or while I’m at work. As a result, she is forced to leave me a voicemail (because heaven forbid she didn’t).
This is the sort of funny part. Some people might find it strange that we speak so often and may even wonder what we talk about. And honestly, the content of our conversation is pretty much the same thing daily. I start off saying, “Sion Mama,” which is Spanish for what I think means, “Bless you,” but I could be wrong. Then, she responds with a phrase I won’t attempt to spell or translate because I really don’t know what it stands for, something to do with God.
We then ask each other how we are doing, what we are doing and what we’ve done that day. She always asks me the same things: what have I eaten, whether I’ve spoken to my Mom, or my sister, and whether or not I’ve seen my boyfriend, Ian. Also, she asks where my roommate and best friend, Natalie is, and if I had work that day, and if I did, how it went.
On my part it depends on the day of the week. If it’s Monday or Thursday, I always ask how bingo went for her the night before and how much she made. (Yes, my Mama is an avid bingo go-er, and yes, I have gone with her a few times before and yes, I hate it. But that’s a whole other blog entry). I always ask her whether she too has spoken to my Mom and while I never ask her what she has eaten, she usually tells me anyway. I also ask her who else is home with her, (she lives in Florida with my aunt – her daughter, my uncle, and three of their kids, Dionisio, 10, Immanuel, 5, and Hannah, 2). But to her we are never completely alone even if there is no one else in the house, because God is always with us.
I love our rituals and I love our conversations, what we talk about isn’t so much what matters but just that we speak in general. The end of our conversations end the same way everyday too. My friends have memorized it by now and usually say it along with me in the background when they hear me on the phone. “I love you,” “I love you more.” “I miss you,” “I miss you more.” “Have a good night,” “You too.” “Sleep well,” “You too.” “I love you,” “I love you too.” “Goodnight,” “Goodnight/Bye.” “Bye,” “Bye.” I like to be the last one that hangs up, although this used to be her thing. She likes to be the one who says bye 15 times.
But now that you get the gist of our daily conversations, we can return to the issue of my voicemail. As soon as my phone notifies me that I have one, I instantly know that it’s from her. She is the only person who leaves me voicemails, literally. And the best part is that like our conversations, her messages usually consist of the same thing too.
(Please note that this is not a complaint in any way, shape, or form. I love the messages, and I would die without them and sometimes they do vary in substance.)
[Translated into English] “Hi/Yes Vero, my life/my love/my princess, How are you my life/my love? I’m calling to see how you are, I am doing well, I hope you are too. Where are you? Are you at school? Are you working? Sleeping? Or in the shower? I don’t know. But I hope everything is good, call me when you hear this message. I love you very much, I miss you very much, and I’ll talk to you later. Okay my life? Bye, bye.”
To some extent, the messages go as stated above. Sometimes she lets me know what she’s doing at the moment, how long it’s been since we’ve last spoken, and what time it is that she’s calling. But no matter the case, I cannot delete them. How can I? And that is only part of the problem.
The second part is a direct result of the first. Mama can’t leave me any more messages! She hates that she can’t, I enjoy hearing them, but I can’t bring myself to delete the ones I have. HELP!