Technophobe

Thank goodness we don't give birth to teenagers. Thank goodness we have years to prepare. Thank goodness we don't need to have all of the answers right now. In all reality, my job as a parent should be quite easy right now. Yeah, I may moan and groan about the lack of adult social life or the fact that my clothing is embellished with the meal du jour. I may worry about Ella's latest proposed food allergy or tussle at the playground. But we've not yet wrestled with the biggies, Not Even Close Bud. Even curfew and dating seem like child's play when compared to the emerging technologies available to youth...a.k.a. our Ella. Words like cell phones, internet and digital cameras send shivers down my spine when put in context with a teenager. Technology has certainly changed the game. I am only now figuring out how to text! I'm well aware that the techno-waters are rising and my ability to dog paddle will only last so long. World Wide Web of Anxiety. Do I hear a YIKES?
So here's the plan as I see it:
1. We know that Tito Jon will find a way to keep those technology monsters at bay. Tito Jon...you're our only hope (new you'd love that Star Wars analogy).
2. We know that there will be empathic ears, a level-headed understanding and calm resolve that could only come from Uncle Josh (darn why did he get all those genes?).
3. We know that Jerry and I are helping Ella build a foundation of trust, confidence and self-respect together. In other words, we have years to brainwash her.
4. We also know that at the end of the day we can only try our best (which we are) and pray (which we do).

Please let me know if I'm forgetting something.