"Mom, I gotta tell you something, and I'm calling you because you'll freak out less than Dad. I got in an accident."
"Are you SERIOUS?"
"Yeah. I backed into someone."
"You're not kidding? You really hit someone?!?"
"Yes, I did. And it's not helping that you're YELLING AT ME!!!"
*big, deep breath.....much calmer tone of voice.... because, drat it all, he was right...I was yelling, just a bit*
"You're right. I'm sorry. Are you ok? Is anyone hurt?"
From there, he proceeded to tell me exactly what happened, and I was able to walk him through exactly what to do. No one was hurt, the owner of the other vehicle seems to be a very nice young man, and we're hoping to get this taken care of with minimal fuss. A busted taillight and a dented bumper for each vehicle. As far as accidents go, this one's a cake walk. Heck, both...yes, that's right...BOTH of my brothers backed into MY car when they were both in high school. Or, perhaps more correctly, they each backed OVER my car when they were in high school.
Still, I can't help but feel like I totally hosed a defining parental moment.
His first fender bender, and I didn't react the way he needed me to. I didn't believe him at first, and wasn't calm until he reminded me that he needed me to be.
Do I at least get some bonus redemption points for asking about him first, rather than the car?