Yep. It happened. My dad’s on Facebook. He friended me just the other day. I confirmed immediately. What was I supposed to do? Ignore years of discipline and click “ignore”? It wasn’t in my DNA. It didn’t even cross my mind. I immediately accepted. He’s now my friend… and my dad.
Now, I admit, this was probably my own fault. I encouraged him. I just never thought he’d do it. I should have known better (guess where I get my competitive edge). One phone call we were talking about how a group I had performed with in college had used it to facilitate performance reunion via Facebook. It occurred to me that Facebook might be the best way to reconnect with all of the missionaries he and Mom worked with during their mission in Australia a while back. I just never thought he’d do it. He did. Good on ya, Dad, to quote your Aussie friends!
Now? I’m just going to sit back and watch Dad navigate the lunar landscape that is Facebook. We’re talking about a 77 year-old guy who has 20 years in the US Air Force (retired at full bird), 20 years in the private sector (retired at full bank), 3 LDS missions (retirement is not an option), and nearly 40 years in leadership positions within the LDS church (retirement is eternal… at least we hope). My dad is going to have “friends” crawling out of the woodwork… If Mom thought she wasn’t able to get on the computer before? Yeah, get ready, Mom. You can forget about it now. Time to break out the Netbook that Chris, Jana, Dave and me got you for your birthday and join Facebook yourself!
The biggest question? What will my niece M’Kynzi do? Her quote (inflect attitude at will): “I don’t ‘friend’ family, and I don’t give out my email address to family, either.” Hmmm… how tough is your DNA, little girl? Only your Facebook profile knows…
See you online, Dad.