In the hands-free world we seem to be living in, I've noticed there still seems to be a need to reach out and touch our loved ones somehow – such as in the form of a Facebook 'Poke.' This, displayed to me today by my teenage daughter, who on most days, barely acknowledges me unless she needs something I am able to immediately provide, and who often regurgitates a fairly toxic geyser of disapprovals of my parenting style, seems almost like an apologetic gesture to me somehow – or an expression of endearment in a way.
While I admit, it certainly doesn't feel the same as a good old-fashioned hug or even a playful nudge, I'll take it. Because knowing I'm in her thoughts enough to warrant a small click with the mouse on the 'Poke' button, means she still has me on her go-to list – even if it is only in case of emergency most days.
So yea, I liked getting 'poked.' And I may even 'Poke back.' If Facebook would let me, I'd poke twice and maybe jab a little harder on those days when she really got in my 'Face!'
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