Like most kids today, my ten-year-old daughter seemed to be born with an inherent ability to navigate technology. While it took me many months and daily tech assistance to learn how to manage an online blog, my child created a website in one afternoon. And now, after spending the last school year in technology club, her knowledge has far surpassed mine and seems more complex than ever.
As I watch my daughter delve deeper and deeper into a digital world so foreign from the one I grew up in, there’s a little voice within me urging me to keep up. Although it takes great patience to listen to her describe everything she knows about iMovies, computer programming, online games, and QR codes, I eagerly accept her invitations. I am grateful each time she says, “Check this out, Mom,” because I know the number of invitations will decrease as my daughter grows.
While my child expertly clicks and navigates, I gently dole out warnings of online dangers that don’t come inherently but instead from experience and awareness. I educate her about online predators and warn her about giving out personal information. She knows the stories of children whose innocent online “chat” with someone they thought was a kid turned into a grave and life-changing mistake.
Yet, despite these efforts, I knew I was missing something.