I’m texting with my son. He just came back from exploring some antique shops in his new hometown. He bought a few pictures for his apartment. This makes me feel incredibly content.
Texting and supporting connections.
My phone has turned into a long lost umbilical chord of connection with my grown children. The goal has always been to raise them so they can become successful at independence. I guess I did good because they are doing well. They are on their own, living their lives, and I’m happy for them. But I miss them. A lot.
Thank goodness for the connections that texting allows; updates, photos, sharing.
I love this photo of his new Yellow Flowers With Red Cardinal painting. I’m glad that he knows there is a happiness that comes from surrounding yourself with plants and birds. But I’m also happy that he found and held onto a small representation of something he has always enjoyed as a child. We both enjoyed. Watching the cardinals at our bird feeder. So while he has moved onto adulthood, he held onto a thread of childhood, home.
At times I find it hard to understand people when they demonize technology. I realize I’m not struggling through adolescent overuse or cyber bullying. But this tiny piece of technology has allowed me to stay connected with my family in meaningful ways. It’s the thread I hold onto. And for that I am grateful.