So, I’ve been doing a lot of lying around. Passing six kidney stones in a row will do that to you. Especially when they send you into RA flares. Pain begets pain.
It’s been an ugly three weeks.
I say that to explain why I’ve been spending whacking great chunks of my time on the iPhone playing iPhone games. One in particular–High School Hero–has become quite addicting. It’s another one of those MMORPGs whose chief point seems to be the mashing of buttons over and over and over.
But you do meet a lot of folks. I’ve made several pretty good friends, actually. There are a few over-30s who do the button mashing. It’s fun to talk to people around the world in between this button and that one. The thing is, though, since the game is set in High School there are a lot of younger kids who play it.
And this would be the subject of my rant.
I see kids between 9 and 15 who have iPhones or iPod Touches. Many of them have one of each. At least. They spend hours a day having cruel or sexual (yes…sexual as in “I insert Tab A Into Slot B and add moisture”) conversations. I’ve seen 11 year old kids sexting people of unknown ages.
I really am starting to wonder at all of these people who seem to not care what their precious charges are doing. It’s as though they figure as long as they’ve given their child all she could ask for materially they have done a fine job of being a parent.
I’ve talked to a lot of these kids. My group of women friends and I have found ourselves in an odd sort of missionary position completely unlike those of the sexters. We are spending hours of our days gently parenting other people’s children. Giving them advice, modeling Grace, talking them through those first injuries of the soul that hurt so much worse because they are a brand new feeling. I wonder if people realise that several women who are stricken with autoimmune disease are the ones who are teaching their children manners and kindness.
I wonder if the parents themselves know manners and kindness.
This world often makes me scratch my head.