Our first offspring definitely has daddy's genetics. Not only does this little creature look like a mini-me version of her father, except with long curly hair, she shares daddy's love of adventure, zest for life, and technology.
Oh, technology. I watch as this child plays with daddy's iphone during Sunday mass. She is pinching the screen to shrink the image and pulling her fingers away to expand. Um, she's three. I sit her down in front of the computer to nickjr.com, Nickelodeon website, and she can navigate herself around the site for up to 20 minutes. She is completely engaged, learning on many levels, and certainly entertained. At one point, I walked up behind her and found her watching video clips. I think to myself, How in the hell did she get here?
Our children are worlds away from our childhood experiences. Yes, we always joke about mom's arm being our seatbelt, running around in the neighborhood until dark, and generally just living a much more play-dateless life than our children lead now. But are our kids smarter than we were or just more technologically advanced? Or does one produce another?
My daughter is so smart. I keep thinking, You've only been on this earth for three years! You have learned a hell of a lot more in three years than I have, little one. But I guess this is the point: This is what we want, what we strive for as parents. We want our children to be smarter and better off than we were. We hope, pray, and do our best as parents to see that it happens.
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