Growing up in the ’90s was truly a unique experience. I spent my childhood making mud pies, rolling down hills, and racing bikes with neighbors—all while ensuring I was home before the streetlights flickered on. Yet, in a strange twist of fate, I also witnessed the rise of technology: cell phones, texting, and the internet became readily available to nearly everyone. It’s a classic case of having the best of both worlds, but my old soul longs for the simplicity of the past.
Don’t get me wrong—modern technology is incredible. It saves lives, connects us with loved ones despite distance, and even allows us to reconnect with friends we thought we lost forever. I mean, who doesn’t love having a portable alarm clock, calculator, and GPS all in one device? But there’s something about the genuine connection we had before this digital age that I find myself missing.
I might not be yearning to bring back the tangled phone cords of yesteryear, but I do miss the experience of sitting at the kitchen table, chatting on the phone, and sharing the details of our days. I long for the days of letting the phone ring through to the answering machine and the ritual of saying, “I’ll call you back at nine when the call is free.”
Honestly, I have to admit that my inbox currently holds 121 unread text messages. Why, you ask? Because I genuinely dislike texting. Yes, I know that’s not the norm for my generation, where texting is practically second nature. But while my phone alerts me to incoming messages, it often feels like a chore instead of a conversation. I’d much rather hear a friend’s voice than try to interpret their tone through text.
I want to know how their day went—the ups, the downs, and all the mundane moments that a text just can’t capture. I don’t want my loved ones to mask their struggles with smiley emojis. Texting can often lead to misunderstandings, where a simple “OK” can come off as cold, or a “k” might feel passive-aggressive. It’s all too easy for words to be misconstrued, and as a busy mom, I refuse to let that happen.
To me, relying on text for communication can seem immature. Conflicts should be resolved in real time, face to face or over the phone, not dragged out through a series of messages. I prefer the clarity that comes from speaking directly. I’d like to express my feelings honestly and avoid misinterpretations. Relationships deserve that kind of attention.
Right now, I’m juggling the demands of motherhood—sick kids, toddler tantrums, and a messy house. I may not always have the time to check in with everyone, but I still want to be present for my friends and family. Sometimes, a little transparency without the filter of a screen is all it takes to strengthen those bonds.
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In summary, while texting has its merits, I believe that the depth of a conversation over the phone can’t be matched. Genuine connections matter, and I’ll always advocate for the beauty of hearing someone’s voice.