I live about six hundred and fifty miles from my mother and family. Her and I are very close, and we talked almost every night of the week. Notice how the word talked is past tense? Yea, that is because it was before she got a cell phone. It was before she learned how to text. Slowly but steadily her world, and the rest of the family's, conformed to mom learning the new rave, texting. In that time she eased all of us into what became her new form of communication.
You see, I am not a spring chicken. My mom is in her sixties (no that is not her!). I think we were all impressed with her abilities to figure out what LOL, and ROFL meant. Recently I had a conversation with my twenty something niece and she told me my mom, her grandmother, gave her a whatever text. She told a co worker, "My grandmother just texted me whatever!" The co worker then questioned, "You're grandmother texts?" This next example might give you a better indication. I got a new cell phone in October. Since then my mother has sent me 2,248 texts. My closest friends and I have texted 543 and 536 times.
Yes the texts have increased as the phone calls are diminishing. There are times when this is totally unacceptable, but I seem to play along instead of picking up the phone myself. Last night she was having a problem with her Nook e-reader. Instead of calling she texted me with the problem she was having. I went along and texted her instructions on how to fix it. This alone involved 23 texts back and forth, when a simple phone call probably would have fixed it in a matter of seconds. I think she's pulling me into her texting dysfunction!
I love my mother and hope you all got a laugh out of this. I did not mean it any other way. This is just another example of my family dysfunction! Oh yeah, I will tell her about this blog after it is published! Then, hopefully, I won't have to grovel for forgiveness...but if I do I'm prepared!
Does your mom and dad text? Do you text your kids, or grandchildren? If so, do you do it as much as my mom?