I remember walking into our kitchen every morning on Sprucewood Dr. and seeing my dad sipping his coffee and reading the Atlanta Journal and Constitution. We would talk about the day while he was reading the paper. He would show me and fill me in on the days news. When he was done with the paper…
He would throw it away.
I remember when my dad would come to my school play. He would sit on the front row and proudly snap pictures of me but never take his eyes off me. Even after he finished snapping the pic he would not take his eyes off of me.
Not for a second.
I remember as a kid we would go to Red Lobster as a family. We would throw down cheese biscuits like famished commoners on Game Of Thrones. We would laugh and eat and our eyes were always…
On each other.
I remember when I was a kid we would sit around the tv and watch The Cosby Show together. My dad would hold my hand and I would hold his. With the other hand he normally held a Pop Tart.
We freaking loved Pop Tarts.
When we were together…
We were together…
This morning when my 8 year old walked into breakfast I was on my phone. I said good morning to him while I went on reading my twitter feed. 15 minutes later and after “liking” 100 instagram posts in my feed that I don’t even remember liking, my son was playing with Pope. Our dog.
And Then I put my phone in my pocket.
Last week at my daughters dance recital I watched in adoration…through my iPhone screen. I recorded 15 seconds and then thought about a funny hashtag I could use as I applied the right filter to the video. I clicked send and then checked my phone 5 minutes later to see how many people had liked my video of my daughter.
When we went to Chipotle after the recital, we talked about how amazing my daughtier’s dance was. I told her she was the best on the program. All the while simultaneously taking a picture of the burrito I was throwing down and sharing that picture with thousands of people who could care less about my amazing filtered burrito.
A Freaking Burrito
When we watch tv together, we love watching Downton Abby. I hold my 10 year old daughter’s hand with my left and my iPhone with my right. Because I LOVE live tweeting the show. Because sometimes I get retweeted and someone thinks I’m funny. Nothing like watching a show with my family plus 36,000 other people.
When we are together…
We are together…ish
You see… there is nothing innately evil about our devices…
But there is also a MASSIVE danger that our kids will end up remembering what an apple logo on the back of a phone screen look like instead of what our eyes really look like.