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At this point is irrelevant to point out the generational
differences between our kids and ourselves. Obviously, we have grown up in a
different time than them, and some of our childhood toys are downright archaic.
What's interesting to me is that we are the ones slowly adapting to
their world, rather than the opposite. Our parents taught us how to use things,
so the natural way is for us do the same.
But it is not happening like that
My 3-year-old son sees the screen of the tablet and, while it
downloads, he says, "Oh, Mom, is loading!"
Loading? How is he able to use that
word in such proper manner? When he says "Spiderman," it sounds like "Simon." But web lingo? That he masters? This goes beyond my daughter, who was mind-blown
after seeing a rotary phone with a cord. Don't get me started on when I told
her "143" a lot. That's pager slang right there. You know, beepers were the bomb.
Now every conversation I have with my kids, referring to my
past, begins with the words "Back in the day." She hears me singing "Bye, Bye, Bye" and gives
me a weird look. I, of course, have to defend my taste and say, "Hun, that's
N'Sync. They were my One Direction back in the day."
Why do I feel like I have to justify
my gadgets to my kids? It's like I fear being judged by a little kid for not being cool. I was cool. I had a Nokia back in the day—I just didn't have anybody
to call. No matter how much I explain to them that I was the original trendsetter
on Mario Kart, they still don't get it. Here are some other things that defy their belief:
Mom, why are you searching through that heavy book? Just Google it!
1. How I listened to music
Cassettes, Discmans, what is that? Our kids were born during the iPod movement,
and therefore, cannot grasp the concept of physical music. I showed my 7-year-old
a cassette the other day. After placing it in her ear and hearing nothing, she asked, "Where do you plug in the headphones?" They don't know what it is to sit next to
a stereo, for hours, and create awesome mix tapes, or to wait for the right song on
the radio to record it on a cassette. Push, rewind, push, forward, push, play.
2. How I surfed the web
Dial, where? A cable connected to one computer at a time? Like, why? Waiting two hours for a song to download? Unspeakable! Napster and Limewire were my Bible,
but I had to suffer them like a dog in heat. This generation does not value the
power of patience. If their Netflix suddenly starts buffering, they go crazy. I'm
like, child, please, you don't know how easy you got it. I mean, I loved the Internet, but that "Beep Beep Eeeeee" noise was beyond annoying.
3. How I gamed
me tell you something, sweetie: Your fancy Nintendo Wii U, with remotes that
vibrate and light-up like a disco ball on Adderall, got nothing on my Super
Nintendo. I can school you day and night on how to get to the Rainbow Level like
a boss. I was so ahead of the game, I carried a pet with me at all times and
did not get busted in school. Her name was Tamagotchi, and, although she died on
me a few times, I could feed that thing with a click and not deal with waste.
My kids give the side-eye to many of my old-school things, but I'm getting over it.
4. How I saved my info
What on earth is a floppy disk, and where do you put it? Don't you know about
Cloud and Dropbox? I feel like a "Bye, Felicia" follows those questions. Also, why
do you have that bunch of videos on weird looking black boxes? It's a VCR,
darling, and it holds all my embarrassing childhood moments. Not to mention
some awesome videos of Xuxa. If you don't know who she is: Bye!
5. How I learned
why are you searching through that heavy book? Just Google it! It's called an
encyclopedia, kid. These books made me take an extra hour during homework, browsing
their indexed pages, in order to get the meaning of mitosis. However, it also
allowed me to look at other topics and learn more than what I was searching
Our kids are growing up so entitled and used to having everything right
there and then. When they don't, they get antsy. Even if they are good
kids, they are still used to the instant gratification and immediate answers.