Back in the day...when I was eleven I remember talking to my friend Amanda on the phone for hours. I remember baking cream puffs over the phone with her one afternoon. I think hers turned out perfectly and mine were flops. When I lived on the island and was a homeschooler my friends and I lived all over the place and trying to convince our parents to drive the half an hour or whatever it took to see each other didn't always work. So we talked and talked on the phone...with long cords. There were no cordless phones back then. When I was in highschool I would talk on the phone to my friends late into the night. Often we did homework together (over the phone) and this was before the time of two phone lines so I guess anyone who needed to call our house would have to give up. I had a cordless phone by then. I remember my great grandfather calling our home at least once a week and us talking to him and my mom talking to him when I was really little. I remember when my boyfriend (now husband) was in Africa the hundreds of dollars I spent on phone bills because I called him on the phone. There was no skype or face time then and emails just didn't cut it. When I was a new mom my friends often called and we'd chat as we made snacks, washed dishes and laundry and our little ones crawled around us. Maybe we couldn't be together in person but we were together in spirit. A couple years ago my friend and I called each other every single day to talk and pray together in the mornings. That lasted almost two years. It was a time in my life of a lot of growth and healing and so much of that came because or our phone conversations. I have realized lately that my phone just doesn't ring anymore. At least not how it used to. I get a call from a friend maybe once a week if I'm lucky. I am not a cell phone user. I hate them actually. I have a cell phone that used to be my husbands and sometimes I text people on it. However I dont carry it around and often it is dead in a drawer somewhere. I think that even my own dear friends have lost the art of picking up a phone and dialing and calling. Or else I have become someone that people really dont want to talk to. Whatever the case is I just had a moment today where I missed the times when my phone would ring. The cheery or teary voice on the other end was a moment of connection and it was precious. I miss those moments. I love my friends and I am sad that cell phone texting has replaced the art of just dialing and talking. I know that being a mom means conversations are always interrupted and its hard to have deep conversations because of that but I miss voices. I miss the talking. It is funny that absolutely everyone has phones but relationships have become different and I don't know if the different is good.
That's all
XO
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