It never ceases to amaze me how communication has changed
over the last century. One hundred years ago, the majority of communication was
either face-to-face or by written letters. The telephone was just becoming
common, and long-distance communication was more likely to be via telegraph. Within
my own lifetime, we’ve gone from party lines and five-digit phone numbers (I
still remember learning my phone number as “47398”), to seven digits, to
multiple area codes, to e-mail and cell phones and texting and Skype and
Facetime. My children have never even seen an actual rotary phone or any kind
of phone with a cord attached. It makes me wonder what communication will be
like when they’re adults.
But communication itself will never go by the wayside. Even
though mail is not terribly popular, my kids delight in occasionally writing a “letter”
to Daddy and leaving it in the mailbox for him to pick up when he gets home.
They love sitting on Daddy’s lap when he Skypes with a friend far away. But
most of all, they love chatting on the phone when anyone they know and love is
on the other end. And by far, their favorite person to have on the other end of
the line is Daddy.
Several times a day, at least, my daughter will pick up a
phone (either one of our cordless phones or my cell phone) and chirp, “Hi, Dad!”
She’ll even give it a hug or a kiss before solemnly and a bit sadly announcing,
“Bye, Dad.” It’s reassuring to her to know that even when Daddy isn’t right
here with her, he’s only as far away as the closest telephone.
And heaven knows, as a stay at home mom, I also find it
reassuring that even though I may be at home with only my children for company,
the company of a friend is only as far away as my phone or my computer or my
Kindle Fire. I can give someone a call, shoot them a text, send them a message on
Facebook, drop them an email, or chat on an online message board. Because of
the wonders of modern communication, I am never far away from a friend. It’s a
beautiful thing, communication.
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