Post Script
I would like to clarify that yes, we do realize that Hunter has his own money to spend and though he has worked hard for it, it is still our responsibility as his parents to teach him wise money spending habits. Just because we are against the idea of a cell phone for him now, does not mean that it will never happen. It simply means that this is a topic to discuss further and to make our son realize that there are some things that are not necessary for the survival of a ten year old. A ten year old whose parents always know where he is and who he is with. A ten year old who lives in a very small town and a ten year old who is on a first name basis with almost all residents of said small town, and if he so much as crosses the street without looking both ways, we'll know about it before he's even made it to the other side.
Maybe part of me is fighting against technology and the fact that it makes me a little sad that the joys of being rewarded with hard earned money, etc. are being superseded and replaced by the desire to have it now. The impatience of waiting and working for the reward is taking over and there are less and less responsible people who have no appreciation for the things they have. I am just as much to blame as anyone. I love the Internet. I love that I can call my man and reach him at any given moment (when he has his phone on!) and I love that I can have instant communication with our family and friends who are far away.
Speaking of friends, we have some very close ones who have two boys ages 12 and 10. These boys know the value of a dollar and a hard day's work. There are no video games in their home, they have dial up Internet access for their one computer, and (nearly) all the food they eat is grown from their own lands or caught/killed by their own hands. I know this is something that not everyone can do, but I find myself wishing there were a way for me to go back and unbuy that x-box, or learn how to grow a better garden, or not be such a picky eater and a lazy mama. The aforementioned children are also the same children who, while spending the night at my house at the same time one of Corrine's friends was spending the night, nearly gave Corrine's friend a heart attack when they asked her what Ramen Noodles were. And later, we had to scrape her jaw up off the floor when the boys asked her what a Nintendo DS was. Corrine's friend just about called it quits when they asked what Miracle Whip and Bologna were. But by the time they told her they had never had store bought bread, she pretty much had accepted them for who they were and didn't even flinch. At least not noticeably.
My point is simply this: while technology is threatening (and in some cases succeeding) to take over our (my little family's) lives, I'm fighting like a cow moose protecting her calf from an angry pair of hungry coyotes, against it. I may be antler-less and a bit awkward on my long spindly legs, but somewhere, all decked out in Mountain Shadow camo, is an excellent marksman, who never misses. And it's only a matter of time before he gets both of those coyotes in his cross-hairs, and pulls the trigger. He's got my back. Michael's on my team.
Maybe part of me is fighting against technology and the fact that it makes me a little sad that the joys of being rewarded with hard earned money, etc. are being superseded and replaced by the desire to have it now. The impatience of waiting and working for the reward is taking over and there are less and less responsible people who have no appreciation for the things they have. I am just as much to blame as anyone. I love the Internet. I love that I can call my man and reach him at any given moment (when he has his phone on!) and I love that I can have instant communication with our family and friends who are far away.
Speaking of friends, we have some very close ones who have two boys ages 12 and 10. These boys know the value of a dollar and a hard day's work. There are no video games in their home, they have dial up Internet access for their one computer, and (nearly) all the food they eat is grown from their own lands or caught/killed by their own hands. I know this is something that not everyone can do, but I find myself wishing there were a way for me to go back and unbuy that x-box, or learn how to grow a better garden, or not be such a picky eater and a lazy mama. The aforementioned children are also the same children who, while spending the night at my house at the same time one of Corrine's friends was spending the night, nearly gave Corrine's friend a heart attack when they asked her what Ramen Noodles were. And later, we had to scrape her jaw up off the floor when the boys asked her what a Nintendo DS was. Corrine's friend just about called it quits when they asked what Miracle Whip and Bologna were. But by the time they told her they had never had store bought bread, she pretty much had accepted them for who they were and didn't even flinch. At least not noticeably.
My point is simply this: while technology is threatening (and in some cases succeeding) to take over our (my little family's) lives, I'm fighting like a cow moose protecting her calf from an angry pair of hungry coyotes, against it. I may be antler-less and a bit awkward on my long spindly legs, but somewhere, all decked out in Mountain Shadow camo, is an excellent marksman, who never misses. And it's only a matter of time before he gets both of those coyotes in his cross-hairs, and pulls the trigger. He's got my back. Michael's on my team.
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