A daughter’s request - Roger Carter

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A daughter’s request

A daughter’s request - Roger Carter

Yesterday evening, during supper and even later on, my daughter insisted that I buy a website for her blog. I did not consider it was necessary to do that. As far as I was concerned, she was fine having her blog on WordPress, which was for free. I did not making any sense to me to switch her blog to another website. Plus I am not even a tech savvy person. I did not know how to do that and I admitted to her.

She replied that I had to call 1&1 in order to buy a domain and pay for the hosting and a bunch of other things I did not quite understand. It was one of those moments when a parent has an overwhelmed blank stare at his offspring, when he speaks about tech stuff. I guess yesterday, it was my turn to look like the guy in Dumb and Dumber.

However, I did not approve her request; I mentioned I would think about it. That meant, I needed to talk with my younger brother about it and take his advice. If he would consider it appropriate, then he would be in charge of doing everything. I had no idea how to move a website and I did not wish to learn.

For me moving meant that I have to call a company and have a Moving quotation. Then, hire them to carry my stuff from one place to another. You can laugh as much as you want, I don’t mind. I know my limitations and I am not ashamed of them. I am an old school type of guy who discovered the Internet after he passed his mid-forties.

Given my daughter was still under age, I felt more secure having someone I trusted handling her web presence. Thus I gave him a call and mentioned my daughter’s request, hoping he would take care of it, as any other tech related issue he solved, assembled, installed, updated or repaired for us.

As soon as I finished telling him the story, he said that he would pass by the following day and see exactly what M. wanted. I was relieved to hear him say that. It saved me the trouble of conveying messages in a language that I don’t understand.

When he arrived, my daughter was the one who opened the door for him. She was thrilled to see him. The smile that appeared upon her face was telling me that he would grant her wish. She seemed to be extremely nice to me. Generally she is nice, but tonight it kind of felt she was overdoing it. Anyway, it’s not a big thing. I will pay for it as I do for the rest of the things. That’s my role as a dad.