Some Small Things Are the Most Meaningful
While responding to a message in Facebook from a friend, a text chat message popped up:
“hi auntie glendaâ€
Auntie who? Oh, right, that’s me!
The message was from one of my young nieces now on Facebook. While we chatted about going camping, roasting marshmallows and shopping for makeup, I realized this was the first conversation I had had with my niece.
Every other time we’ve been together, which I can count on one hand with a couple of digits leftover (the tough part of having family spread out across Western Canada), a third person was needed to translate Glenda-ish for when I did say anything, which was typically little.
She and I now have a way to develop a connection and be “auntie and nieceâ€. The most impressive aspect – and for which I am thankful – was she initiated the chat herself. A high water moment ensued while typing.
Auntie Glenda needs to brush up on near-teen conversation topics so as to no come across like she is playing Twenty Questions.
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