Olivia’s first night in her new apartment at college had some bumps, but to her they felt more like mountains.
First, her closet shelf with ALL her clothes fell.
The property manager sent someone the next day to install a new shelf.
Then, Olivia texted me frantically that she had a water leak under her bathroom sink and the bathroom’s electric outlet wasn’t working. I told her to let the management know and they would fix it.
The next disaster: Her Internet wasn’t working either. For Olivia the college student, the world was coming to an end! She was very anxious and overwhelmed and like a lot of impatient teens, wanted everything fixed — NOW!
This generation is so use to instant gratification that if God forbid they have to wait for a resolution, the world as they know it is over. Teens are so used to technology helping them speed along whatever they want or need. Well, that wasn’t happening here. There wasn’t an app for instant repairs…with all the students moving into the complex at the same time, Olivia had to wait …it’s called a process.
I told Olivia this was part of growing up, dealing with issues and hurdles and knowing how to get them resolved. Patience is key and Olivia didn’t have any. She just wanted to move into an apartment and have everything perfect. Mind you, these are MINOR issues that can be resolved rather quickly and management did take care of them eventually, but in that moment, to Olivia, all the issues were overwhelming and HUGE!
Mom — and grandma — to the rescue
Olivia needed mom to help her see how minor her issues were in the big picture. However, like most teens, Olivia decided to go on Instagram and post about her bad day. That’s when grandma stepped in. (Yes, grandma is on Instagram!) Olivia’s grandmother (Manolaeva) saw Olivia’s post about all that had gone wrong and didn’t feel sorry for her one bit.
Here’s what grandma said: “This is a test of real life…that’s why I believe that most of today’s kids need to go away to college, not just for academics but also to experience some of the imperfection of life. Those are minor things. They’re fixable, and it all will be fine.”
At the end of the next day, everything in the apartment did get fixed. Finally, I could talk to Olivia calmly. I made her realize how minor this issues were in the bigger scheme of things. She realized it, but said it was just a lot of aggravation in one day. I just said, “Olivia, it was just a bad day. Tomorrow is a new day. It’s not how things start, but how they end that matters.” For Olivia and me, the day ended well, her school year got off to a start, and THAT is all that mattered.