Saturday, December 31, 2016
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Wednesday, December 21, 2016
“Just a friend,” the son replied, sheepishly.
The lack of a name and the keyword “just” were dead giveaways—Father knew it was a girl on the other end of the conversation. “What’s she doing today?”
“She’s in that store,” he said, nodding his head indicating the shop to their right. They walked on, past the store, though their pace slowed a little.
“She’s thirty feet away, why don’t you go talk to her?”
Son shrugged his shoulders.
The father couldn’t help laughing, “At least stick your head in and say, “Hi.” I’ll hide so she won’t know you’re with your father.”
Son was blushing, more, and appeared anxious, nervous, “I just told her hi.”
“You mean you texted her hi. That’s not the same thing. Don’t you want to see her face? Did she smile when you said hi?”
Now he was agitated, “I don’t know Dad!” He stepped up his pace a little.
“You laughed when you were texting her. Did she laugh? Did you share a laugh?”
“I don’t know Dad, please!”
The father wondered, silently, “Is this what passes for flirting these days? Text messages?”
They kept walking, past the store, into the depths of the vast chasm created by texting. They might as well have been exchanging telegrams across a continent.
I thought things were different—between me and my son. My father was a typical father of his generation. He worked, Mom ran the home and raised the boys (four sons). Dad taught me many things, how to build, how to fix things, how to throw a ball, and how to take care of myself. True to our roles in those days, we had very few real conversations, but by example he impressed upon me my real purpose on earth—caring for those around me. We definitely did not discuss flirting. Apparently, things have not changed as much as I thought.