The phone call from my daughter was a welcome one. After weeks of tension, of hurt feelings and jangled nerves, we were finally back on speaking terms. I whispered a prayer of thanks that our relationship was healing. And then, “Mom, I’m sorry you are no longer connected to me on facebook. It’s best for our relationship. And for me. My staff did not need to see the things you sometimes post about our relationship in your blog”.
I automatically murmured my assent, “Okay”.
But, wait, what? Did I understand her correctly? I was being unfriended?
Unfriended – the ultimate social media insult. The internet equivalent of being dissed. The web 2.0 version of being given the finger.
My child actually unfriended me. Unfriended ME; her own flesh and blood. Her maternal progenitor who brought her into the world in pain and suffering.
Oh no she DI’NT!
At the end of our conversation, I hung up the phone stunned. I was actually wounded, then incensed. I wanted to unfriend her right back. But, I am the mother. I am the mature one. And I can’t remember the instructions she once gave me on how to do so.
Damn old age.
My daughter is the social media consultant for my business and I can just envision my next to-do list for her:
- Create a Pinterest site
- Update my Linked In photo
- Unfriend yourself
Just doesn’t quite have the zing I imagined.
It seems as if I must endure the remainder of my life being unfriends with my daughter.
In the wise fashion of matriarchs all over the globe, I know there is a lesson here. I know I will grow personally, spiritually from this experience. I know my wounded heart will heal. But I also know to embrace the moment. And right at this moment, all I can think of is:
OMG, the little hussy unfriended me. SMH.
‘Unfriend – I don’t like you anymore’ – by mcdarius – Some Rights Reserved
First Posted At Journey of a Grown up Black Woman