Mom has always been good with us and all the new technology we bring her. When we got her a microwave, she didn't think she would like it but sure enough, it didn't take her long to become dependent on it. Next came the DVD player. Again, mastered in no time. So it shouldn't surprise anyone when I say that today we made our 3rd Skype call.
But let me take you back to the 1st call. My sister and I talked about doing this so we set up a time and off I went to Mom's. pull out the laptop, push a few buttons and magic, making a video call, using the web. Then there she was, my sister, front and center on my computer. Wasn't I a good daughter and I turned expecting the deserved recognition. But Mom was frozen in time, just staring at the screen. We both tried bringing her out of this trance for what seemed like minutes. Finally, she looked at me and said, "Is that Nancy?" "Yes, Mom. Talk to her." Finally, a few sounds emerged but nothing that sounded like any real words. She was mesmerized. Isn't technology great? she uttered to everyone willing to listen to how she spoke to her daughter, thru the computer (I'd say "spoke" was a stretch).
Now, with the 3rd call, she is no longer a rookie. Natural as can be. Welcome to the big leagues, Mom!
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