Sunday night, I promised my parents and my Aunt, all of whom are well into their eighties that I would cook them dinner and bring it to their homes. What I didn’t tell them was that I was also going to bring my laptop. I had arranged for my son to video call me on Skype, once I arrived at each of their respective houses.
“What’s all that?” My 86-year-old Aunt asked me this question, as I pulled my portable hotspot from my computer backpack. “I don’t understand all of this new stuff.” I explained to her that this little thing would connect us to the internet. I then laid out the big surprise that we were going to have a video conference with her nephew some 260 miles away in college. “Say what,” she exclaimed. It was right about then that his video call was coming in.
She grinned and laughed as they exchanged pleasantries about her health and his behavior at school. My Aunt has always been a taskmaster. He was quick to reassure her of his good behavior and comfortable adjustment to college life. After waiting for them to profess their love to one another, I turned off the computer, put it into my backpack, kissed her goodnight, got in my vehicle and drove down the street to my parents’ house.
I started the whole process all over again. I delivered the food, sat down, and opened my backpack. I have an idea, “would you all like to talk to your grandson and be able to see him while you are talking to him? They both answered excitedly that they would love it. I sent him a text that I had arrived at Grama’s and my laptop was up and waiting for his call. Shortly thereafter, the video call came through and my parents’ excitement to see and talk to their grandson was unmistakable.
Even though my Dad just got out of the hospital after 2 surgeries, he told my son from his wheelchair that he was feeling fine. His Grandmother, my mother, only wanted to talk about him, making sure that he was alright; there was no talk of her aching legs, high blood pressure, or how tired she was from taking care of Dad. They talked back and forth as my parents marveled at the fact that they could see him while doing so. After awhile, it was time to say goodbye.
As I drove home with tears of joy in my eyes, I could only imagine all of the times that all 3 of them had prayed for me while I was in college. I imagined them visualizing me in their mind’s eye, sending me telepathic well wishes, and the type of love that only caring parents can send. These mental images of me or a telephone call were the excursions that they took to my dorm room during the school year.
Some 30 plus years later, I was able to transport them with the aid of technology directly to his room 260 miles away and allow them to have a conversation with real-time video.
The joy, laughter, love, well wishes, and advice were all the same as they were in the late seventies. The way they were delivered was the only thing that was different.
I guess the more things change, the more some things like family, joy, laughter, love, well wishes, and advice stay the same.
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