I can’t help it, they’re on a roll:The
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I can’t help it, they’re on a roll:
The two-year-old just named one of her toys “Octopussy” and the family group text message is collectively overwhelmed with amusement.
I (sort of guiltily) love it when my older sister is traveling away from her kids because we all text so much more. When she’s with her kids she doesn’t really have time to text much, but when Mom’s babysitting she texts all of us, and we all talk more. And it gets us spinster sisters into the action more.
When I was 18 and overseas I sat in my dorm bathroom one night crying uncontrollably because I was so afraid I would never be able to be close to my sisters again. My father was one of five kids, and by the time I was old enough to be aware of it, he spoke to each of his siblings maybe twice or three times a year, and it was always him making the effort to reach out to them. My sisters and I came up very close– friends resented my total unavailability over any vacations because I didn’t need them, I lived with my best friends so I never bothered much with calling people on the phone, even back when it was the only real mode of communication. And I just– that night, in a bathroom in Scotland, not having seen or spoken to any of them in six months or more [it was the 90s, international calling was prohibitive], I so clearly saw that disintegrating as we all went our separate ways. And we did go our separate ways; at one point no two of us lived in one state.
But, technology. Even the pre-literate kids can send photos back and forth, with help. I’m so glad that 18-year-old me was wrong. About so many things, but especially about that.
I can’t help it, they’re on a roll:
The two-year-old just named one of her toys “Octopussy” and the family group text message is collectively overwhelmed with amusement.
I (sort of guiltily) love it when my older sister is traveling away from her kids because we all text so much more. When she’s with her kids she doesn’t really have time to text much, but when Mom’s babysitting she texts all of us, and we all talk more. And it gets us spinster sisters into the action more.
When I was 18 and overseas I sat in my dorm bathroom one night crying uncontrollably because I was so afraid I would never be able to be close to my sisters again. My father was one of five kids, and by the time I was old enough to be aware of it, he spoke to each of his siblings maybe twice or three times a year, and it was always him making the effort to reach out to them. My sisters and I came up very close– friends resented my total unavailability over any vacations because I didn’t need them, I lived with my best friends so I never bothered much with calling people on the phone, even back when it was the only real mode of communication. And I just– that night, in a bathroom in Scotland, not having seen or spoken to any of them in six months or more [it was the 90s, international calling was prohibitive], I so clearly saw that disintegrating as we all went our separate ways. And we did go our separate ways; at one point no two of us lived in one state.
But, technology. Even the pre-literate kids can send photos back and forth, with help. I’m so glad that 18-year-old me was wrong. About so many things, but especially about that.
