My mother, gone 14 years today, died before text messaging became a thing, and I often wonder if texting would have worked for her. For us. After I left home, we talked at least once a week. When she was sick, we talked daily and more, even if it was just to say hello. We both, for our own very different reasons, craved that constant connection.
But times, as they say, have changed. I recently wrote an essay about texting vs. calling my kids. The irony of it being published on the anniversary of my mother’s death is not lost.
You can find the link here. http://grownandflown.com/wrong-to-be-texting-family/
And thanks, as always, for reading.
Excerpt:
“When I was growing up, my mother called her mother every day, and Grandma called our house almost daily. Unlike my grandmother, I feel like I rarely talk on the phone with anyone. Even my own children. Both of our kids left for college and, after graduation, found jobs in the Midwest and did not come back. There is a 2-hour time difference with our daughter, 3 with our son. We are a texting family. How did this happen?”
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