This time KLV and I were at the doctor’s office. As she sat next to me waiting so patiently, playing with her Leapster, an elderly gentleman commented on her personal device, “What is that?”, “Is she learning Algebra on that thing?” His comments were lighthearted. Unfortunately he paved the road for Mrs. Cantankerous across the waiting room. She began telling everyone how kids today won’t be able to write or solve a math problem because of all these machines etc. I started to get miffed. During a lull in her sermon, I replied, “You know they thought Rock n Roll would destroy us and it hasn’t, all generations adapt.” She replied, “Well you can’t even understand rock n roll today, it doesn’t make any sense!” I rebutted, “They said Elvis Presley didn’t make any sense and condoned him – everyone survived Elvis.” She continued, “We’ll at least you could understand Elvis Presley.” Thankfully a very nice woman chimed in, “We’ll I just think it’s wonderful what kids learn on those machines.”
There was no other generational representation in that waiting room. Everyone had me beat by at least 3 decades.
The truth is every generation adapts and the one before scratches their head wondering if they will. The other truth is when I visit the doctor I have a sign on my forehead that reads,”complain to me!”