Dr. Marian C.
Fritzemeier, Ed.D. © 2012
Author, Speaker, Educator
"Seriously Mom.
You're going to use the phone book?" While contemplating the Yellow Pages'
value, my daughter types in Papa Murphy's, our zip code, and locates a
coupon...all on line. In seconds, she's ordering our garlic chicken pizza and
cookie dough. I'm still wondering where I left my phone. "When she's older, she can use it as a booster seat," my daughter jokes, trying to make me feel better.
I don't feel any better. How different will my
grandchildren's lives be from mine? How different than their parents' lives? My
two-year-old granddaughter has a "game" on her Grams' phone, a recent
Child Development Professor. How did I allow that? That's not
developmentally appropriate, I chastise myself.
Yesterday my four-year old grandson inquired,
"Grams, where's the video?" as I strap him in his car seat.
"Gram's car doesn't have one. We can talk," I proudly reply.
Moment's later my daughter directs me to Kylie Ann's one month photos. "Just use the mouse and click on each photo," she explains. "It won't work on the glass."
"Gram's car doesn't have one. We can talk," I proudly reply.
Moment's later my daughter directs me to Kylie Ann's one month photos. "Just use the mouse and click on each photo," she explains. "It won't work on the glass."
"Just use the phone book," she chuckles. "Now there's a
use for your phone book." For a minute, I feel a little better. My phone
book is still useful!
I return to my thoughts. My grandchildren won't even know that phone
books existed. What a different world they'll live in; probably just as
different as my childhood was from my great grandparents' childhood. They
didn't know what telephone phone books were either.
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