Reach Out and Touch
A lot of people are a little leery of Craigslist. Not Brittany. She’s not only found jobs through Craigslist, she’s bought and sold things and even found friends.
Recently she called me and said she happened to see a posting from a 25 year old girl who had just moved to Charleston and was looking for friends. So Brittany emailed her, inviting she and her husband (and dog) over to a BBQ she was hosting that weekend.
When I expressed a bit of concern about inviting someone from Craigslist, Brittany said, “I looked her up on Facebook first. She looked nice.”
Oh. Ok. So long as she looked nice and was on Facebook.
There are so many strange things about the way we keep in touch with others nowadays. We’re not as bad as the Christmas card floating around the internet of the family of four who instead of looking into the camera have their noses buried in their cell phones, but it always makes me laugh when John comes home from a business trip and Brittany texts him, “I’m SO glad you are home!”
She lives 4 hours away and hasn’t seen him in a month and won’t for another month. What difference does it make to her if he’s in California or North Carolina?
He is a little bit harder to get a hold of when there’s a time change involved I guess. Maybe his trips mess up the ongoing scrabble game they play on their phones. Sometimes I’ll hear his phone beep and he’ll say, “Guess it’s my turn again!”
They do better texting and gaming then long phone conversations. She called one night when I wasn’t home and told John all about her evening adventure. When she called me the next day she retold it all because she said, “It’s not as good telling Dad because he’s always doing something else while I’m talking. You do too, but you’re better at multitasking.”
So I tell her that he was listening because he told me about it, but go ahead and tell me anyway incase he missed something.
Then I go find John and remind him that we are lucky to have a grown daughter that still wants to talk to us! And I’ll take that in whatever form it comes!
Labels: adult children, empty nests, helicopter parents, parenting
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