It started innocuously enough with the back-to-school supply list for 5th Grade. It had only one item – a USB flash drive. “What a great idea,” I thought. “Ruby could transfer homework back and forth between home and school computers and, unless we inherited a dog like Marley, the classic ‘dog ate my homework’ excuse could never apply.”
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
Parental Lapse
In a moment of weakness today, I let my (younger than legal age) daughter create a Facebook account. I was on Facebook myself and had just read a post that my cousin-in law’s photos were featured in the New York Times. I called Ruby over to have a look.
One thing led to another and then boom, the question I’d been dreading: “Can I have a Facebook account?” I knew the answer - “NO. Not until you’re legal and that isn’t until you’re 13” - but recently I’d been losing my conviction. So many of her school buddies belonged that I was feeling that she might be left out (although that was likely me projecting my own insecurities). Also, I reasoned to myself, if I let her join I could teach her the rules while she’d still let me.
One thing led to another and then boom, the question I’d been dreading: “Can I have a Facebook account?” I knew the answer - “NO. Not until you’re legal and that isn’t until you’re 13” - but recently I’d been losing my conviction. So many of her school buddies belonged that I was feeling that she might be left out (although that was likely me projecting my own insecurities). Also, I reasoned to myself, if I let her join I could teach her the rules while she’d still let me.
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