The Grandma Cam
As free
spirits, we were called ‘Hippies’ in the 60’s and 70’s. Phasing into the young
urban professional lifestyle switched our title over to ‘Yuppies’ in the 80’s.
The ‘Gay’ 90’s refers to the storm of pseudo-straight people parading ‘out of
the closet’. Collectively we now carry
the exclusive brand name of ‘Baby Boomers’.
‘Baby
Boomers’ are now becoming grandparents; we are thrilled that our ‘Generation X’
children are having little ‘Y’s.
However, we’re not the typical breed of grandparents like our oppressive
predecessors. Who in the world would want to spend any sacred time bonding with
an old fashion
‘Baby Boomer’ grandparents are forever living
and changing like the trend setting trademarks that were slapped on our backs
over the decades. Our children have “done been raised up”. We are not old.
Excuse me- “We still have lots of lovin’ and livin’ to-do!” ‘Baby Boomers’
pick-up your Louis Vuitton bags and grab your laptop. I’ve found the ideal way to be in two places
at once. It’s all about trip, trip, tripping-out on the Grandma Cam.
I call my computer
web cam the ‘Grandma Cam’. This little piece of technology is the perfect long
distance communication tool I’ve found to close the three thousand mile gap between
my children and me.
I log onto Yahoo Messenger sending out an audio/video
invitation to connect with my daughter’s computer on the west coast.
Keelyn and I chitchat as she eats ice cream
for breakfast, stopping to show me her growing tummy. Together we giggle about
her crying-crazy hormonal mood swings.
Oh-no, my
grandma-cam picture strangely ‘blips’.
“Mom… did you see that?”
I scoot
closer to stare intently at my computer screen. Waiting, watching for what,
another blip?
“Ohmygawd! Keelyn, Is that the baby kicking? Don’t move,
stand still, I want to see it just one more time. Please!”
As we
continue to visit, I catch a glimpse of my grandson, Charlie, prowling behind
my daughter...
“Charlie, I
see you! Grandma’s gonna’ get you!” Charlie runs away squealing with delight.
Next thing
I know, Charlie bounces back into the room with a zip-lock bag of candy. That
little wild-haired rat. He knows grandma
loves chocolate. As I gawk, Charlie
plucks out a Hershey’s Kiss and quickly pulls off the paper shoving the candy
into his open mouth. Charlie slyly peaks at the monitor to see if I’m watching.
I let out a pitiful whimper.
Charlie
smirks as he holds up his right hand showing me another candy kiss that he has
balanced between his thumb and forefinger. He leans towards the camera and
says, “Here, her can have dis-one”.
Brilliantly
grinning I play along as I pretend to take the virtual candy. Charlie watches.
I secretly select a kiss from my ‘off camera stash’. Holding up my candy in
front of the web-cam, I proceed to remove the silver foil. I slowly drop the candy into my mouth
exaggerating sweet pleasure with a low moan. Opening my mouth, I want to prove
to Charlie that I’m really eating his candy kiss.
My darling
grandson dashes out of the room shouting, “Gran-maw, you’re freaking me
out.”
Is this Hippy-Yuppie-Baby-Boomer-Gran-maw
allowed to have this much fun?!
