The Child of Tomorrow

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While most days at coffee shops tend to be a bit noisy, this one was different. It was quiet, except for the occasional sound of typing on a keyboard. That was until a group of teenagers quickly ran into the place, breaking the silence. 

They didn’t order anything, but weren’t being disruptive or obnoxious either.

“Look, look” one of the girls said as she shoved her cell phone in front of her girlfriend’s face.

“Why does the light keep turning off?”

“Ugh. I hate this phone.”

Feeling impatient and obviously frustrated, the girl grabbed the phone back from her friend and tapped a few buttons before returning it.

There were a few moments of silence while the friend was reading what seemed to be a text from a boy. The two girls sat close, both nodding their heads as they read.

“And then I said this……and this…

“He’s so sweet,” her friend said.

They both giggled, while I sat there frozen.

That’s when it hit me. My daughter will soon be that age! And, by soon, I mean… well, 14 years from now. OK, so I admit to being a little overboard with my concerns. But, either way, I was intrigued (and shocked!) by the way technology has completely consumed these soon-to-be adults.

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My "child of tomorrow"

The girls joined the others who had come with them, making a group of five – three girls and two boys. All of them were glued to the screens of their cell phones, waiting for the next text, Facebook post, tweet or annoying phone call from their parents.

“I haven’t told my Mom about tomorrow yet,” one of the boys said with a smirk.

The girl with the juicy conversation on her cell phone reached into her pocket and held it up for the boy to see.

“Hey, did you hear me and Jacob* made out?” she asked, brushing her hands through her hair.

I sat at a table a few feet away, cringing.

“Yeah, I heard. How did it go?” he said.

She handed him the phone, pointing to show him the text. He nodded his head and smiled before they all decided to leave; heads high and the now “experienced” kisser proud as could be.

While I know I shouldn’t be surprised by anything I saw or heard, I was. I am relatively young, but it still amazes me how much teenage “love” has changed since I was in high school. There was no Facebook, Twitter or smartphones then. I had a cell phone and was able to text, but passed notes (yes, handwritten!) in class, read the newspaper and took notes using a yellow tablet.

A recent article published in The New York Times examines the new age of technology, proposing “the child of tomorrow” will crave less information and instead require more quiet time.  Companies like Intel have experimented with the idea of requiring four uninterrupted hours of work per week to clear the minds of their employees. New software is also being introduced to users, allowing buyers to disable Internet connections for those who can’t seem to stay away.

I’m not sure what this will mean for my daughter or the other “children of tomorrow”, but it seems to be moving in the right direction.

And, in all of this conversation about young “puppy love”, the tie between new technology and the increasing need for quiet, there is one tiny detail I forgot to include – my husband and I started dating when I was 15 years old and  we used AOL Instant Messenger to keep in touch.

*All names have been changed to protect privacy.

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Blog Action Day: Girls Rule!

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What if I said there is a woman out there who is concerned about her weight because she doesn’t want her kids to be ashamed of her? Psst… I said it.

Today is Blog Action Day 2011 – an annual online event, uniting bloggers around the world with blog posts about a global issue. Today is also World Food Day; therefore, the topic for discussion this year is food. Follow the coversation on Twitter, using #bad11.

I was recently in a coffee shop and overheard the conversation between two woman I consider a global issue because, well, this issue is there regardless of race, culture, region, family or any other of the ways we can categorize ourselves today.

My ears perked up in the conversation when one of the woman began talking about how girls in her daughter’s class had started to call her fat. The girl is 6 years old. This was heart-breaking, yes. But, what was even more was where the conversation went next. The concerned Mom started sharing her own struggles with food and weight. Her daughter’s experience had struck a chord and now, as a grown woman, she was concerned about her weight and struggles with food because she didn’t want her daughter to be ashamed of her Mom.

This story leads me to believe, as adults, we are still children, but playing on a different playground. A playground with secret tunnel clubs, monkeybars {these ones serve alcohol} and [emotional] rollercoasters. We still have the same struggles, worries and dreams for the future.

For women, weight continues to be an issue around the world – too big, too small, eat too much, not enough access to food, poor nutrition.

The story above showcases two examples of how this global issue has affected female lives. What will it take to make a positive shift for women around the world? I’ve posted a few of my favorite inspirations for change below, but please share others in your community or around the world.

And, as always, thank you for reading!


Promoting Change

  • Girls on the Run (GOTR): A positive youth development program which combines an interactive curriculum and running to inspire self-respect and healthy lifestyles in pre-teen girls.
  • Dove® Real Beauty Workshop for Girls: Building a movement in which women everywhere have the tools to
    take action and inspire each other and the girls in their lives. (Also watch http://youtu.be/iYhCn0jf46U – an eye-opening Dove® advertisement)
  • New York Times article “Weight Issues Around the World“: A look at how the issue of weight is perceived around the world.
  • MSNBC.com’s coverage of the ‘Girl Project’: Coverage of a project comparing weight issues of teenage girls today and stories of women from 30 years ago. [hint: there’s not much difference]