I have a birthday coming up so I bought myself a new cell phone. When D and I were married he gave me wonderful gifts for all occasions, especially birthdays and Christmas. Now that I don’t have a husband to take care of those things I have decided to take it on as a way of taking care of myself. For this past Christmas I bought a lovely handmade necklace. And now the phone. Not just any phone but an iPhone!
A little background is probably in order. I have had a cell phone for years. I have always thought of it as a convenience. My convenience. Something I could use in case of an emergency. I almost always left it in my car since that was where I would be most likely to need it. Now, as my grandchildren have grown up, I am starting to feel a bit out of the loop. Youngsters don’t really care to talk on their phones. They prefer to text. So do my adult daughters for that matter. So…I spent yesterday afternoon and last evening learning to text and to send emails.
I know that texting won’t take the place of hearing their voices so I may have to call them once in a while. And most important of all I must see them on a regular basis so I can get my hugs. I remember worrying about my mother when she was living alone–that she didn’t get enough human contact, enough hugs or even the touch of another person’s hand. Now I find myself in a similar situation. This morning as I was leaving church, I was shaking hands with the pastor. Spontaneously, I said, “I want a hug.” So we hugged and he was kind enough to say, “Thanks, Pat, I needed that.” Well, so did I, Preacher. So did I. And I feel sad for those who are too timid to ask.