Needless to say, I was propelled back to my younger years around the time of my son’s eighth birthday when he received a disposable Polaroid camera. Growing up in a household that used only digital items, he was a bit perplexed as to how it worked. Where was the window to view the pictures after you took them? Why did you have to take it to a store then wait to get your pictures back? While it didn’t take him long to figure out how to use it, I was reminded yet again of how much times have changed since I was growing up.
I can remember a time when it was common day for kids to ride their bikes all over town during summer break, for weekends to be set aside for family time and when people weren’t afraid to leave their doors unlocked. I also love that my memories are filled with Sunday afternoons at the park listening to a live band play Dixie music while getting all the ice cream cones my stomach could hold. These are memories I’ll cherish forever, and ones that I wish kids this day and age could have.
Of course I’m a realist and understand that times have certainly changed for this country girl. Though I worry about the unknown my children will face as they get older, one thing remains true. The old fashioned values ingrained in me as a child still hold true today, and at our house we don’t think twice about turning off the television to enjoy a family game of kickball or baseball in the back yard.
Because if there’s anything I hope my children will learn from me it would be that above all else, family is what’s important.