One of the features of adolescence, I guess, is the up-and-down nature of life. And nothing is more unfortunate at those down moments than to have a cell-phone with texting capabilities. Yesterday SG sent me a pair of text messages about how depressed she was about her birthday (said depression vanished when a friend gave her two bags of candy as a present). Now, first of all, the kid should not be sending me messages while she's in class. Second of all...by the time I read the message her life may have improved drastically, but I'm left behind fretting about her state of mind. I have tried, a couple of times, to tell her "no text messages from school unless you're on a break or at lunch" but it doesn't stick. And for good or ill, my point of view and anxiety level are affected by these little toss-off messages.
I also think, increasingly, that one of the things you learn, growin up, is that there are days when you just feel crappy, and you have to deal regardless. I cannot swoop in to math class and kiss it and make it better (hell, I can't even do that for myself!). But when I say something like this, I feel like such a hard-hearted creep. I suppose I should be happy the child is talking to me (and I am), but still.