While I was driving the other day I asked my daughter if she wanted to turn on the radio. Her answer was, “No.”
She loves music and we both get a kick out of singing (loud) together whenever a mutual favorite comes over the air waves. It didn’t make sense. Why was she quick to shoot down the idea?
I was informed that if she turned the radio on, the preset station probably wouldn’t be playing a song she wanted to hear. That would then require her to push a button over and over and over while searching for a song she did like. Once found, the song might be half over and then she would have to deal with the boring commercials. Plus, the whole venture would involve leaning towards the car’s center console. Sigh. It just wasn’t worth it.
Okay. I’m exaggerating a bit. But still, is it really too much work to change the stations on the radio?
I’ve always said that I wasn’t going to be the kind of mom who brings up how much better my kids have it than I did. No stories about walking uphill to school in snow up to my knees from me. I was going to live today and take the situations as they come. Everyone is different.
Of course that isn’t my reality.
There in the car I started in on her about how there didn’t used to be some app that lets you “skip” songs. We called into radio stations to make requests and sat around all night hoping they’d play our song. If it made the playlist, we’d revel in our victory.
I then told her how when she was a baby, I took film to a store to have photographs developed. We couldn’t look at the back of the camera or check in our phone’s gallery to see if our eyes were shut. There was just a sense of faith that it would all work out. Yes, they were really printed on paper. Twenty-four or thirty-six of them. And we KEPT EVERY IMAGE because we paid for them. Even the ones that were just someone’s foot.
We also used to record television shows on these things called tapes. That involved setting a contraption to record a show EVERY SINGLE TIME we wanted to watch it. Hopefully you accounted for Daylight Savings Time and remembered the all important step of turning off the machine. Maybe it wasn’t such a big deal to us because we only had FIVE channels.
And The Wizard Of Oz came on once a year. It was an event. We came in from playing outside to watch.
Yes, we PLAYED OUTSIDE. Just us kids. No parents. No play-dates. When my mom called us in at the end of the day, we were dirty in such a way that she wanted to hose us off instead of letting us into the house.
I’m not quite sure where the rambling stopped. There was more talk about playing Kick the Can, working in a garden and eating dinners around a dining room table. My daughter seemed fascinated.
That’s when I decided I’m really not one of those parents who think kids have it better than we did. With all the technology that makes our lives easier, we’ve lost something. I’m a parent who wishes that my child could have had a life a little more like mine.
. . .
Geez. How corny.
Take care all of you out there. I’m going to go listen to some songs on my ipod.
What are your thought?