So not down with the kids....
I have had several conversations with my teenagers lately that have made me realise that I am, in fact, that uncool, old mum that all kids swear they will never be. Mentally, I don’t feel much different to how I did when I was twenty, other than I think I have a little bit more knowledge and wisdom behind me (although sometimes I wonder). In my young people’s eyes, however, I am positively Jurassic! I’m pretty sure that at some point during childbirth, a microchip is implanted into the mother’s brain which contains all the standard “mum” sayings. I’ll openly admit that my head and heart are both residing somewhere in the early to mid-nineties. I could cope with things then. CDs (insert disc, press play and Bob’s your mother’s brother). Now it involves multiple items of gadgetry and more pressing of buttons than it does to launch a space rocket (although, I do like Amazon Echo). I had some of the best times back then too. Life somehow felt less complicated and we interacted with ea...