A few nights ago, I returned from an event to join my extended family—which in this case included five children in a living room. They were gathered in darkness around a blaring TV. Four of them had devices in their hands. Nobody was talking, and few looked up when I entered the room. No:
“Good evening, Mr. Cleaver!”
The only child without a device was my nine-year-old daughter. And I actually felt sorry for her.
Although I felt sorry for my daughter for not having the toy the others did, I feel sorry for all of us. If my house provides any indicator, here are just a few of the one-time guidelines that have completely gotten forgotten…
Beat ‘em or join ‘em?
Those of us who still aren’t addicted to technology have difficult decisions to make. Do we give up, inhale, and become another one of them? Do we stubbornly keep insisting that real life is the 3D kind (that doesn’t require glasses) and risk being left out? Do we get serious about moving somewhere that is still real?
Can we even have this discussion anymore, or is it just too late? I fear I know the answer.
At least in my house.