shared by Marlo R. Beall, her sister
Just a few weeks ago, during Spring Break, we got my daughter Cynthia a cell phone. I'm proud and happy to say that she has been very respectful and responsible in the way that she uses it.
Something funny happened the other morning... she sent me a text while we were both home. She was in her room, just waking up; and I was in the living room, just starting to move around to get ready for the day.
Her text was a polite request to please bring her some socks or something, that she needed for her outfit for school. The situation just made me pause... sigh... and smile.
It reminded me of times when Cindy and I would contact each other from one room of our apartment to another via cell phone. However, we wouldn't text each other - as that wasn't as common or popular yet; we would actually call each other with a quick question or request.
Calling each other on the phone when we could just as easily get up and walk over to each other was always a fun and funny thing to do. It was a little odd... and a lot silly... yet also useful and effective.
Sometimes it's remembering those little, day to day occurrences like that, which make me miss her even more.
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