A whole bunch of people my age, including me, disparage the ubiquitous use of iphones and smart phones among today’s youth.
i remain saddened neither of my daughters nor son-in-law get a daily newspaper, the stuff of my dreams for most of my life and now an integral part of Maureen’s and my morning routine.
i don’t often comment about my regrets about the next generation and their children being immersed in technology: mobile funs, video games, television, and such instead of what we had…before television, of course.
i often comment to Maureen — but seldom to others as i recognize i am old and don’t completely understand how those younger than i go about living just like my parents didn’t understand about how i went about living: different times, different culture — i am concerned about how all of this technology, innovation, social and health concerns might limit our grandson in the scope of his learning about the world.
Then after learning my grandson has his own iPhone yesterday, i asked my daughter and son-in-law about rules and if i could have his number. Within the half hour, i swapped to text messages with him and received a Facetime call.
For over a half-hour, Samuel James Jewell Gander regaled me with a tour of his home, an introduction to Gordon, Sam’s relatively new gecko, a detailed description of several stuffed animals, and a narration about Sam being a “guide” tonight for parents at the PTA meeting (Blythe is the PTA president). There were several other revelations underway when his father, Jason, came home, and then Maureen came back from shopping, generating another tour and other stories for Grandma Mo.
It was tough cutting off the call, but knowing he had to do his homework (he told me about that as well) before the PTA meeting, i began easing out of the conversation.
It was tough.
It was tough because i was in heaven. Grandson and i just chillin’. The only thing that would have been better would have been to have the tour in person.
So now, every once in awhile considering decorum and proper distribution of time in Sam’s rather full schedule, i will talk to Sam. Just Sam and me.
Lord, that’s heaven. Pure heaven.
Thanks, Blythe and Jason…oh yeh: and Sam!