It was the part of the holiday that I dreaded the most. We’d be playing with our new toys and suddenly my mom would announce that it was time to talk to our relatives in the United States.
And so we’d sit and wait our turn, take the phone when it was passed to us and dutifully thank grandparents, uncles and aunts for the gifts they sent. Back in those days the connections were often so bad, it was like talking to someone on the moon:
“Hello? O. O. O. O. O.?”
“Hi there Grandma..there grandma, there grandma…”
“How ya doin’ kid? id, id, id..”
I thought about that as we face-timed with our son and his wife yesterday. When we were done opening our gifts from each other, the kids posed for a “family photo.”
It still ain’t perfect, but it sure is better.