Over the holidays, I had the opportunity to spend time with my family. My sister has a beautiful new home in Maryland and this was the first time I’d had a chance to hang out with her in almost a year.
As my mother and I were waiting for our connecting flight, I noticed my phone was getting low on power. I panicked. “My phone is about to die,” I said as I dug through my bag for a charging cord. I plugged my phone in a wall outlet at the airport.
My mother looked at me with a perplexed expression. “Cher, what is the big deal with the phone? If you need to use one, you can use mine.”
“I know, Mom,” I said, “and thank you so much, but I can’t Facebook on your phone and I want to stay in contact with my friends while I’m away.”
“OK,” said Mom, “tell me about Facebook. You made me that page but I don’t ever look at it. I really don’t understand it at all.”
I smiled. My mother is so cute. “Mom,” I answered, “Facebook is a social media outlet. It allows you to speak to your friends and family members all at one time.” I explained that you can upload pictures, and ask people their opinions and have conversations with lots of people all at one time.
“So you talk to a lot of people, all at the same time?” she asked. “And you can share pictures and memories with them, like photo albums?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I said.
“Well, Cher, I can certainly see why people like it so much. Do you know all these people personally?”
“Uhhh, no, not all of them,” I replied.
“But you want to have a conversation with them?”
“Yes, ma’am. Sometimes it’s good to talk to people you don’t really know. You can make new friends or share experiences.”
“So before there was Facebook, how did you do all that?”
“Cher, before there was Facebook, how did you talk to people and communicate with them?”
I guess I must have looked blank, because she continued.
“Baby, gadgets will come and go, the Facebook, the Twitter. But something that will never change is the precious moments you spend with family and friends and loved ones. You have to experience those moments. They are called memories.”
So Facebook all you want, but don’t let it replace having a face-to-face conversation or even calling someone. That is what makes a memory … and those are the things that are important.
“Yes, ma’am,” I said. But to be honest, I couldn’t wait to post what my mommy had said on my Facebook page.