It was 10am on a school day when my middle school-age daughter called. “What’s wrong?” I answered, knowing something was up. She’s not the kind of kid who sneaks in calls during the day, so I was sure it was something bad.
“I totally forgot my homework and English is in 20 minutes!” she whispered. “Can you e-mail it to me?”
I breathed a sigh of relief before becoming annoyed. Remembering her homework is her responsibility. Yes, I could send it to her with a click of a mouse, but should I? What kind of message would I be sending along with her essay?
Ultimately, I agreed. But within the email I added some motherly advice. “Honey, you really need to organize yourself so this type of thing doesn’t happen again.”
Then I deleted the sentence and hit send.
Thankfully, I don’t (usually) have an absent-minded kid, so this was an anomaly. But the experience made me think about my childhood: no phone access, no computer, no e-mail. If I had ever forgotten my homework, I had no cell with which to call my mom, and even if I had been able to get a hold of her, you know, via smoke signals, she couldn’t have helped me since her job was in another borough.
Kids have no idea how easy they have it today. There are no trips to the library to do research (remember microfiche?), no need to get together for a group project (e-mail and IM solved that), no typing and retyping with crusty Wite-Out blotches, they don’t even cart around floppy disks thanks to flash drives, one of God’s best inventions.
Yeah, kids today have got it easy…except for one little thing: They have a lot more schoolwork than we did a few decades ago and teachers’ expectations are much higher. Maybe I was born at the right time.