This however, does not apply to our household where Grandma Daddy very much falls into the millennial “Nana has a life of her own” category and Grandma Mommy, as much as she would like to be part of a three-generation household, has to settle for the new role as “Cyber Nana”.
And whilst the name, “Cyber Nana”, might lead you to think of a superhero styled, grey haired woman in a black lycra bodysuit, the truth is in fact not far from it. For, think away the geriatric Catwoman for a moment, and what you have is a 60- something, tech-savvy, frequent flyer whose secret weapon is her smartphone. High speed wifi, is to Cyber Nana what spinach is to Popeye and booze is to Charlie Sheen; without it, she’s as lost as Elton John at an NRA convention.
But although she nurtures her social media profiles more devotedly than she does her pot plants, the real reason for Cyber Nana’s Kilobyte addiction is that she’s part of the new army of grandparents whose children live in another city, country or even continent. And thus, in order to be up-to-date, Cyber Nana needs to be on-the-line. So, if Cyber Nana isn’t busy face timing, whatsapping, skyping, vibering or hangounting, you can bet your photoshopped belfie on it being only because she’s busy jetting from one airport to the other in a bid to visit me or my cousins.
To me, all this technology gets a bit confusing at times. One day she’s here, cooking for me, playing with me and spoiling me rotten and the next all I get is a boxed-in head, bobbing on the kitchen table in an effort to entertain me whilst having my breakfast. But as much as I try to join Cyber Nana in her flat-screen world (and I really do try to get in there), Mommy maintains a strict “you can look but you can’t touch” regime enforced with the determination of a bouncer at a Vegas strip club. Now I really don’t want to picture Cyber Nana as a stripper, but at least if she were, she’d get paid for her troubles…