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I’m a grandparent who sometimes feels like today’s children—ignored in favor of smartphones—at least until they have their own.
“Mom. We don’t have time for phone calls or e-mails. We live on our smart phones. Please text” say my kids..
We did get a cell phone with a minuscule keyboard but it’s hard on our failing eyesight. besides, we’d rather talk to our kids.Hear their voices. Their pauses. An NPR Morning Edition story said,, “Face to face interactions are the primary way children learn.”
In rural Maine, when I was a child, we had a party line. We heard our neighbor breathe as she listened to our conversations. News spread fast. What we lost in privacy, we gained in a sense of community.
My college dorm had one phone on each floor. We always hoped it would be a man calling for a date. Long distance calls were expensive, so I wrote a weekly letter home. As for me, finding a letter in my cubby gave me a lift I never feel from a text or a tweet.
After I married, my mother-in-law gave us 12 phone calls for Christmas. One for each month of the year. So this current compulsion to document each daily activity on the cell phone is beyond my ken. I like to notice what’s going on around me.