38mm is Me
It’s dainty, like me.
If you ever want to achieve an epic eye roll from your kid, throw out a thought that is so patently absurd they can’t help but drop the full frontal eye roll. Mr. PQ, being the Apple geek that he is, waited in the wee hours of the morning, in the virtual line that was Apple Watch pre-order, to stake our claim on the time piece(s). In spite of my not so subtle hints, “Boy, I love the 38mm Apple Watch with the Midnight Blue Modern Buckle” he ordered 42mm Apple Watches with a variety of bands. Because the band and the stand are where it’s at for accessory companies like Pad and Quill. Bless his heart, he thought Mrs. PQ wouldn’t be able to stretch her arm far enough to read the 38mm variety without her cheaters, clearly he underestimates the reach of a mother’s arms, in spite of watching The Incredibles with the Quills any number of times. In an effort to convince him, we sojourned to our local Apple Store where I fitted myself with the Apple Watch with the Midnight Blue Modern Buckle that I was coveting, and voila! I could read the face sans optical correction. So, Mr. PQ jumped back into the virtual line and placed an order, and we waited. More precisely, I waited. It’s hard to explain when an inorganic object makes an impression on your psyche so intense that you shun all internal norms and await impatiently for the all important “announcement” text which trumpets, “your Watch is in transit”!! While normal Apple technology releases often feel like one more shackle of constraint tying me to the modern world while screaming of my ineptitude at adaptation in all things technical, I had fallen in love with the 38mm Apple Watch with the Midnight Blue Modern Buckle. I can’t explain, I just know I love it.
The Watch arrived yesterday and was unveiled by one of the Quills as we drove through an epic summer rainstorm, into downtown, to attend a fundraiser for a single mom friend with cancer, which actually doesn’t occur until next week. (I really need to learn to read texts more carefully) Finding ourselves downtown with no where to go, we proceeded to a local eating establishment for burgers, a time to chat and a time to complete the un-packaging of Apple Watch. The boys were impressed with the beauty of the timepiece and remarked as to how much smaller it is in comparison to the 42mm model.
“Yes, it’s dainty, like me.”
Cue the eye roll. I called the older boy out, letting him know his gesture had not escaped me.
“Mom you are not dainty. You hike and swing an axe and have knives and camp in the wilderness and race triathlons. It’s not a bad thing (protecting my feelings)”
It’s not a bad thing at all son, and it doesn’t bother me even remotely that you don’t think of me as dainty, but rather you see me as strong, and comfortable in my own skin. That’s what we want for you and your siblings. You are a beautiful creation with your own gifts and talents that may or may not fit in with societal norms. It’s a gift your father has given you, the courage to be yourself.
Now go swim upstream, but give me back my Watch before you go.