You have your young ones or growing ones in it! In my case, I have a handful of grandchildren who are raised in a world gone digitally mad.
They believe they can find the truth about anything on Wikipedia or You Tube videos. You and I are not considered as smart as their devices. The wells of experiences we have had do not peek their curiosity. They prefer interacting with 3D reality rather than with the real you and me.
Personally, I get hurt and insulted. Sometimes I feel fury which I express by ignoring the child. But the cold treatment disturbs me far much more than it disturbs them in their virtual bubbles. I need to bond with them.
Now I want to share what I did to avert disaster in my relationship with one of my grandsons. For once upon a time, we had been close. Yet in his home this summer, I saw his preference for screen over me.
I was jealous. I was angry. I was resentful. Yet as a grandmother in my daughter's home:
I could not restrict his use of the phone.
I could not take away any privileges from him.
Perhaps you will agree with me for NOT giving in to my fury and resentment. I did not yank his phone from his hands which I could have done thereby sparking off a battle.
Unless I approached him from my inner place of light and love and respect, the atmosphere between us would become hateful. He would happily stay tuned into cyberspace.
Then suddenly an insight lit me . I could reawaken him to the natural world that on occasion he still loved! Because he was a good child at heart Something good would happen to him, to me, to our relationship.
I said, “Hey, how about you and me spending time fishing the Everglade canals? I’ll rent rods for us and buy bait.”
He was excited. “On one condition.,” I added. "Just you and me. No threesome. Your Smartphone does not come .”
In this way, out of the house, and device far away, I began growing close again to my grandson. The connection was deepened when I offered to attach the live worms to the hooks which he was queasy about. I became grandma wormer. And he the fisher boy. He tossed his line in with and within minutes caught his first peacock Bass. But then, oh darn, we hadn’t brought pliers to pull out the hook so we could not toss the fish back into the canal! So the two of us went running through the Everglades park with the writhing fish attached and us crying to help us free it.
The sales guy in the bait store came rushing out to help us. He showed us to yank out the hook and what spot in the canal to release the fish. My grandson, the sales guy and the fish that got its life back became friends that day.
The next day my 15 year old grandson volunteered to leave his Smartphone in the house and to come with us to fish!
Over the next weeks, we graduated from using worms as bait in the freshwater canals to using squid as bait in the saltwater sea. I was queasy about the squid. My two grandsons, now my buddies cut up the tentacles and threw their lines out into the sea.
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