By Lorry Myers
From the living room, I can hear the ping coming from my purse.
“You need to RSVP to the Fourth of July Party,” said the text from my oldest daughter.
“What party?” I texted back, faster than I usually do.
“What does that mean?” replied Hilary, her words coming back immediately.
“I didn’t get an invitation,” I said, but only after I checked my calendar and my refrigerator twice.
“Mom. You did get invited. Look on Facebook.”
“I got invited on Facebook?”
“It is a Facebook invitation, yes.”
“I don’t believe in them,” I fired back, knowing what would happen next.
That’s when my phone rang, exactly like I knew it would.
“Mom,” said Hilary with an exasperated tone I have heard before. “What do you mean you don’t believe in Facebook invitations? It’s the way of the world.”
I explained to my social savvy daughter that a Facebook invitation feels nonspecific. It feels like I am one of the crowd and I am uncertain if I am really invited or just included.
There is a difference you know.
“I miss the colored envelopes coming in the mail,” I told Hilary. “That envelope had my name on the front and I knew it was mailed especially to me. Doesn’t anyone stamp and mail invitations anymore?”
“Mom,” said my frustrated daughter. “Those days are over.”
Hilary went on to inform me that Facebook invitations reach more people. You don’t have to search for addresses or lick an envelope and it is totally free.
“I am not falling for it,” I snapped, right before I said good-bye. “I’m just not doing it.”
2.5 minutes later, my phone rang again, I was waiting for it.
“Mom,” sighed my youngest daughter, who had recently been briefed by her sister. “What do you mean you’re not falling for Facebook invitations? You know they’re real, right?” said Mariah, the teacher coming out in her.