When my brothers and I were children, Daddy shared stories of his childhood with us. We begged for the stories. There were times that it was a way to prevent going to bed and we believed that we were so smart to come up with this plan. We also believed that our parents did not realize what we were doing.
Telling stories was not a new thing to do with children. Parents have been telling stories to their children for generations. Family history was handed down this way. Would today’s children want to hear the stories, or were we just easily satisfied.
Parents have always faced difficulty raising children and current times have always brought change. The parents that raised my generation had a difficult job in my opinion. They had to prepare us for a world that they may not have always understood. They were preparing us to live in world where Internet access and instant communication are commonplace.
Think about the changes that have occurred in your lifetime, could you explain this to your grandparents? That is a rather scary thought. There will come a time when we are in the shoes of our grandparents and find that the world has changed too fast. Those changes will be hard for us to comprehend.
This makes me very grateful for my upbringing and the knowledge of what doesn’t change. It is the foundation that I cling to as I grow older. We can’t control the changes around us, but it is more important than ever for our children to have this foundation in their young lives.
My parents had no idea that this level of technology would exist. I guess we never really know what kind of world we are preparing our children for.
There is however a certain amount of poetic justice that occurs. Each generation believes that their parents were outdated and out of touch dinosaurs, until they have their own children. Then they become the dinosaurs. I take comfort in the idea that if my own offspring has a child, she will become one of us. Outdated and behind the times, perhaps some things never change. The saying is true, the more things change, the more they stay the same. Does this mean that I am now old enough to tell the stories too? Whether or not we realize it, we are taking our place in the cycle of life.
the nester for 31 Days 2013