Mom cedes a tiny bit of ground on Google

I don't take my cell phone into work, and my mother does not have my work number. If she did, she might call me every time she needed to know how to spell something. My mother had my work number a couple of years ago, but the benefit of having moved and therefore changed numbers several times since is that I have moved to a phone number she does not have. She called me once at the old number. The conversation went something like this:

Mom: I sent you an e-mail about a good airfare sale.
A.: I'll check it later, mom-- I have to go, now is really not a good time.
Mom: Well, check your e-mail.
A.: I will but I can't talk now.
Mom: Oh, one more thing...
A.: No! I have to go.
Mom: Okay, but let me just tell you about something I saw on TV...
A.: I HAVE TO GO. I'll call you from home.

Anyway, I got home and checked my messages, and there was one from my mother, going something like:

"Why are you always unable to come to the phone? We want to come visit you for your birthday... well, mainly your father does... anyway, give us a call ASAP."

I had mixed feelings about this, since, last year on my birthday, my mother told me that I was socially overbearing, that therefore my friends didn't like me for me, were just my friends out of politeness, and that she was telling me this because she wanted me to have friends. Nonetheless, I won't have other plans that weekend, and I'll be fairly delirious and jet-lagged, so I'll be better at ignoring things like that.

Anyway, I called her back, told her to go ahead and by the tickets, she said she was leaving to go to a concert, and I went and reserved them for her and sent her the link so she could buy them if she liked the times.

Now, it would be unfair to criticize my mother and/or get annoyed with her if what followed were an issue of technical literacy, but it's more an issue of paying attention, so I feel no shame over my annoyance. I had to log in at the same time and guide her through what she had to click on to find the ticket and get the itinerary. She had to log into my frequent flier account to actually get the ticket (it was the only way I could hold the itinerary), so I have to give her my password. Her reaction was the same as other times I had to give her my password: Why do you have such a complicated password?? Then, this:

"There's more than one itinerary saved here."
"Choose the one with your name on it."
"Okay, now what do I do?"
"Click 'View Itinerary.'"

If I had the time and energy I would convey the interaction in painful detail; instead I'll relay another conversation with my mother, which took place a few days ago:

Mom: When are you leaving on your business trip again?
A.: In about two weeks. Also, I may go for longer than expected... this is still very tentative, but I may also be going to Australia afterward for more work. In that case I'll stay and travel for a couple of weeks. In that case I'd get back the weekend right before my birthday.
Mom: Australia?
A.: It's still very tentative.
Mom: I still think you should work for Google, but I'll admit, that's pretty good.