Techno Parents

G-chatting Dads.

Don’t they sound so hip and so cool? I didn’t know that if I moved to Seattle that my Dad would begin g-chatting. I’d like to think that he’s been inspired by the great distance between us. I like to think that he’s been searching for the perfect medium by which to keep in touch with me. I’d like to think he overcame technophobia to g-chat. But in reality, my Dad knows more about technology than I do and could probably still fix my computer.

Pherf.

Blogging Moms.

If my Mom blogged, it would be fantastic. Trust me. She’s exceptionally thoughtful, bright and creative and did I mention hysterically funny (obviously, I inherited these qualities from someone).

When I lived in Paris (in 1996), my Mom and I wrote each other elaborately long letters (we didn’t have email… eek!). My writing improved, the letters served as a chronicling of my experiences abroad and we remained close. I could direct you to the post office in Neuilly – it was one of my more treasured routines in Paris – the trips to the post office with a stack of hand written letters. I wrote almost every night before bed. Obviously I wrote to Jeff and friends but most consistently, I wrote letters to my Mom.

Since moving to Seattle, I’ve been reminded of how much I enjoy communicating with my Mom through writing. My letters from Paris were almost diary entries, capturing my thoughts and experiences on a daily basis. It dawned on me this winter, as my Mom and I were emailing with more regularity, that we could accomplish the same exchange through blogging, include more people in our informal exchange of life experiences… my friends in far off places and her friends who always enjoy receiving one of her predictably unique and amusing stories by email.

Not likely to happen but my brother and I hold out hope that someday we might have a blogging Mom – it would go so well with our g-chatting Dad. Right?