In the midst of the turmoil that recently rocked Egypt and culminated with the toppling of a corrupt government, a baby was born. As a tribute to the social media that fueled the protests, the parents of the infant girl named her “Facebook.” It’s a moniker that I believe might be surfing the crest of the newest wave of baby names. After all, Facebook founder Mark Zuckerberg is worth $12 billion dollars. I would think he might want to send little Facebook a onesie with the company logo or maybe spring for her college tuition (after all, you wouldn’t want to sully the company name by having Facebook unemployed or working as a pole dancer).
Which opens the door to other baby naming possibilities.
I think Alcoa is a rather pretty name for a girl and its stock is up to twenty one cents a share. Also up to forty-seven cents a share, is Pfizer, a name which really could work for either sex. Boeing is a nice boy’s name and their stock is up, too, as is Merck, a easy, forthright name for a boy and it beat its earnings estimates during the last quarter. Move over Aiden and Ella, here come Exxon and Verizon! Take a look at the NASDAQ and you’ll see potentially millions and millions of dollars in corporate sponsorships available to enterprising families and their well-named off spring.
Of course, Gwyenth Paltrow did name her child Apple. Does Steve Jobs know?
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?