My husband and I were sitting in our office working away when we heard a fax coming through. I accessed the fax center, opened the view of the incoming item, and there before my wondering eyes appeared a page full of scribbling.
No thought was required. Even though this was a first, I knew instantly who the sender was.
I pulled out the keyboard, went to "Send Fax," typed the fax, TO: Zak, and wrote my return message: "Hi, Zak! Thanks for sending the beautiful picture. Grandma loves you. See you Sunday, XOXO."
My grandson, Zak is 3-1/2 years old, and he had just sent and received his first fax. Both Zak and I were so thrilled with this new way of communicating that we went through the process once more. Then I went to bed happy.
We have a special communication with Zak that only occurs between grandparents and grandchildren.
Simply put, he doesn't have to do a thing. We love him because he exists.
Now we can express that special communication through the fax machine. That's what being a grandma in the '90s is all about!
Now he is closing in on his 18th birthday, and I can attest to the fact that we still love him because he exists.
Isn't unconditional love wonderful?