Everyday I will hear someone tell me that they don’t understand all this technology that surrounds us. Someone that doesn’t have the faintest idea how to activate a phone, someone that doesn’t know why an AC router is better at streaming Netflix than an N router and for the matter, someone that doesn’t understand why they have to pay for Internet service for their home. It’s all around me, this… lack of knowledge.
Wanna know what I don’t understand?
My eight year olds talking about Pokemon.
Seriously, I’m feeling this disconnect between my children and their interests and I kind of hate it but at the same time I have absolutely NO INTEREST in this game that seemingly consumes their entire day.
I kind of feel like a bad parent. I know, I’m not, but I feel like it.
Conner asked me if I wanted to see his cards when we got home and I was suddenly faced with the decision to have a bonding moment with him over something I can’t understand or let him in on the harsh reality that mom doesn’t really care about Pokemon.
Sorry bud, here’s the harsh reality. I don’t want to see your cards. Ask dad.
Let’s go bond over our love for bacon and chocolate milkshakes though, cool?
I’m pretty sure it’s going to get worse too.
Colm loves telling me about the thing he created inside the thing on Mindcraft. And my mind wonders off to his incredible progress in speech therapy.
Melanie goes gaga over plants vs. zombies. Huh? I hate zombies… And there are no green fingers on my hands…
And sweet Elizabeth, this girl takes being a Star Wars fan to a whole other level.
Jedi’s aren’t allowed to have children? What? This is news to me.
On the flip side, they all seem pretty intrigued with sports after my re-entry into softball this year. Maybe I can actually have a conversation about something with them after all…