Last week, my girls (6 & 8) got their first email account through school. They were totally psyched. They felt so big.
They had already found and were “chatting” among friends and neighbors by the time I knew they even had an account. (I’ll worry about that rabbit hole later and I feel certain it will show up in numerous blogs over the coming years.)
But, for now, presence.
Today, it’s kind of awesome just how excited they are.
Today, it’s fun to see them enabled by technology.
Today, it’s about a new tool for connecting with people they care about.
Of course, I wanted in, so I gave them my work email.
Now, they are spamming me…
And, it absolutely makes my day.
It’s a good reminder that the tools we use, whether email or Facebook or Snapchat or anything else, are not the problem. How we use them is the problem. How they reflect who we are is the problem.
As a result, we - not the technology - are also the solution.
So, today, I say email is a beautiful thing, a joy in my life, as it reflects, in the briefest moments of my day, the thoughts and love of my girls in the briefest moments of their day.
They had already found and were “chatting” among friends and neighbors by the time I knew they even had an account. (I’ll worry about that rabbit hole later and I feel certain it will show up in numerous blogs over the coming years.)
But, for now, presence.
Today, it’s kind of awesome just how excited they are.
Today, it’s fun to see them enabled by technology.
Today, it’s about a new tool for connecting with people they care about.
Of course, I wanted in, so I gave them my work email.
Now, they are spamming me…
And, it absolutely makes my day.
It’s a good reminder that the tools we use, whether email or Facebook or Snapchat or anything else, are not the problem. How we use them is the problem. How they reflect who we are is the problem.
As a result, we - not the technology - are also the solution.
So, today, I say email is a beautiful thing, a joy in my life, as it reflects, in the briefest moments of my day, the thoughts and love of my girls in the briefest moments of their day.
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