At the risk of being a little too snarky I just have to vent a little about my social networking life.
So there I am on my Facebook checking up on all of my Facebook updates when I come across a very familiar name, the name of a dear lady who attended the same church as me years back. She was a sweet lady, really. She spent time in the church nursery so she cared for pretty much all of my children when they were babies…and branded their bald heads with her purple-pink lipstick kisses. She had her struggles as a single mom and I knew from what she shared when we sang together in the choir that life was hard for her as a single mother. I grew to really like her and to care for her children too. Time marched on and as it often happens, I lost touch with the dear lady who used to smear bright purple-pink lipstick kisses on the bald heads of my babies. But there she was on Facebook. I discovered that she and I had many of the same Facebook friends in common, prettty much everyone from our mutual time spent at that church so of course I decide to request her Facebook friendship. I couldn’t wait to catch up with her to show her how much all the kids she branded had grown. What a kick it would be to reconnect with this dear lady, I thought.
Then she refused my friendship request.
Why would this bother me so much?
Perhaps because I thought we honestly did have a friendship back then. You shared a lot with me. I offered reassurance when you struggled with your relationships with your adolescent children. I turned the other cheek so to speak when you would brand my babies. I really didn’t like bright lipstick smeared on their little foreheads but I put up with it because I knew what joy you goty from caring for those babies. Well fine, dear church lady with the bright purple-pink lipstick. I’ll paint my lips with a similar obnoxious color and kiss your Facebook friendship goodbye.
Muahhhh!
At the risk of being a little too snarky I just have to vent a little about my social networking life.
So there I am on my Facebook checking up on all of my Facebook updates when I come across a very familiar name, the name of a dear lady who attended the same church as me years back. She was a sweet lady, really. She spent time in the church nursery so she cared for pretty much all of my children when they were babies…and branded their bald heads with her purple-pink lipstick kisses. She had her struggles as a single mom and I knew from what she shared when we sang together in the choir that life was hard for her as a single mother. I grew to really like her and to care for her children too. Time marched on and as it often happens, I lost touch with the dear lady who used to smear bright purple-pink lipstick kisses on the bald heads of my babies. But there she was on Facebook. I discovered that she and I had many of the same Facebook friends in common, prettty much everyone from our mutual time spent at that church so of course I decide to request her Facebook friendship. I couldn’t wait to catch up with her to show her how much all the kids she branded had grown. What a kick it would be to reconnect with this dear lady, I thought.
Then she refused my friendship request.
Why would this bother me so much?
Muahhhh!