Here I am blathering this morning on live television. If I had known that they were going to feature the back of my head, I would have employed a comb.
Monthly Archives: August 2008
My son’s friend just “friended” me. That’s Facebook speak for all of you that aren’t quite as cool as me. Being “friended” means that now I can see photos, post messages and link to Facebook pages of the friends of friends of friends of my son’s friend.
The thing is, I don’t really want to.
I don’t want to see pictures of my son or his friends at college parties or posed Abercrombie and Fitch-style on the beach or hanging out in someone’s house. Frankly, I don’t need to know every little detail of my son’s life. Or in the life of any of my kids.
Maybe it’s just me, but I think that it’s important for kids to have some privacy – some part of their world that parents aren’t privy to. I’m not saying that kids should keep dark secrets or that parents shouldn’t be interested in their kids’ lives – I’m just saying that maybe we shouldn’t be quite so…interested.
But it’s not easy to butt out. Moms have coffee while preschoolers play within earshot, we attend every soccer game and we expect our kids to stay in constant cell-phone contact whenever they are out of sight.
I plead guilty.
But I wonder if we are doing them a disservice. How are our kids going to learn how to cope with the world if we are always there to offer advice, directions and our opinions? How are they going to learn to be independent if we never give them the opportunity to fly without a parental parachute?