In 1979, we did not communicate in acronyms. We had our own lingo. This language was common to all age groups. We had phones that were dialed. We had mail. We had tin cans and strings. No one ever really knew where anyone else was at any given moment. There were times when someone was "unreachable". At 11:00, very few parents really knew where their children were. It was a time of freedom. It was a time of mystery. It was a simpler time.
And then, somewhere along the line, everything went nuts...
Never one to be left behind I slowly I began to learn once again. I graduated from a car phone to a "purse phone" that I never charged or brought with me. Then it became necessary to be reachable as my kids started calling me for advice and to share my wisdom. Ok they were calling me for rides, but I gave them advice regardless. Gradually my generation, like immigrants learning a new language, began to blossom. We accepted texting as a legitimate mode of communication. We learned the abbreviations and the nuances. We learned what T9 was for as well as the dangers of autocorrect. I learned early that " lol" was not " lots of love". I learned 2 abbreviate like the best of u, with total disregard for all speling and gramar. My children laughed at me. They wondered who I could possibly be texting when they were home because "who else do you know?". I learned that without an absolute question, there was little chance I would get a response to an unsolicited text and I am still learning that no reply to a question is the new "no". There was the progression from a 9 digit phone with complicated texting rituals, to a blackberry. I had no idea how my big fingers would manage on this tiny keyboard, but as evolution would have it, my fingers shrunk. My phone was becoming an important part of my day to day life, as it was for many of my friends.
Smoke signals were probably an innovative idea in their time. Telegrams were exciting at a wedding. There is nothing like receiving a handwritten letter in the mail. Long phone call chats with old friends are golden. Have we lost more than we have gained or is this technology keeping us connected in a newer faster-moving world? I think when I put it all together, the important thing to me is that we communicate. I want to hear from my children in whatever medium they choose. I want to stay in touch with friends in the most convenient way to ensure that in our busy lives, we are able to stay in touch. I like that I can text my mother. Yes, she is that cool! My father-in-law is on Skype. Amazing. So I will try to embrace the new normal as well. I will try to look forward to whatever comes next. I am balking at Twitter, Instagram and Sexting, but my advice in this day and age is NVR SAY NVR.
Life has come full circle. 15 years ago I got a large car phone for Christmas. This year we took a step back.
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