Technological midwife

Mom bought a smartphone. She was the last Slovenian who insisted on the miniature key cell phone, and compared to it, the plastic toy of her grandson was the highlight of the technology. She can’t look at the messages at the moment, she can make a report in every other attempt, but she is progressing.

Sometimes I joke at her expense, but I am aware that I myself belong to the dinosaur category and that my children in this area have a lot of overcame. Last time I received crown evidence.

A suspicious red flex was made on my belly. Since the tick season is in full swing, I immediately thought of borreliosis, and since we also got a new branch of medicine, telemedicine with the pandemic of Covida, I sent a photo of my belly to my personal doctor.

By the way, this one is not ready for the summer, in fact I was already desperate to be weighing up to the swimsuit season, and I intend to start taking seriously for summer 2026. After about an hour, I got the answer that the flex did not look like borreliosis, but I should follow it. I took a breather, cooked coffee and sat down on the terrace – and started browsing on Facebook.

I do not know exactly what happened then, but the next morning I saw a photo of your naked belly with a red fleece on Facebook among the so -called Story. In a panic, I first numbed, then unsuccessfully searched for how to delete the devil. I didn’t succeed, everything I could do was that I ticked out all the other options in the settings and could only be viewed by my best friend.

I was comforted that I was in the evening, that my « assets », which grew a little during the winter, no one saw, but look at it, the breakdown, it turned out that my « story » had 126 views. A teenager who yelled at me in the morning that I was a technological grandmother and I was shaming a whole family helped. That’s when I swore: I will never make fun of my mother again.