Oh, the thinks I am thinking.

My daughter loves one of Dr. Seuss’s books, “Oh, the thinks you can think.” As most Dr. Seuss books are, this one is full of silly rhymes and random items thrown together, but it is also a parent’s nightmare because of how all over the place it is. It jumps from simple questions to complex, compound sentences with a rhyme scheme that doesn’t exactly match the previous page. It’s hard to find a rhythm. Certainly, not one of my favorite Seussian books, but she enjoys it.oh-thinks-you-can-think-dr-seuss

It does makes me think (see what I did there?) of how in the world that man could come up with such crazy, yet coherent books that even children love. I then let that thought train spiral into what and how my brain thinks, how my thoughts are formed, and how I see the world. Do I see it in a mix array of things that are all thrown together and forced into insane yet manageable cohesiveness like Dr. Seuss?

Nahh. I’m more of a logical mind in the sense that everything has its place, but I will admit there are times where my brain processes and clumps thoughts together so effortlessly that even I sometimes feel lost on how the train got to that station.

Our minds are such curious things, and I think I’ve just learned to appreciate the genius in Dr. Seuss’s book. It’s like a challenge to not only the child reading the book, but to the adult. I think even Disney once said that “Even adults were children once.” Maybe they are both on to something. As we become adults, we may need a reminder to think more like children, with an open mind to all the thinks we can think.

Now I’m thinking of planning a trip to Disney. Where’d that train come from?

Generation Thumbs

I was talking to some co-workers today who happen to be a couple generations older than me and found myself in an interesting conversation.

We were discussing how everyone’s kids were doing (note: I do not have any children, yet) as a casual small talk, passing-by comment, when someone stated that their six year old asked for a cell phone. Now, I am not against children having cell phones; I think they are great tools in cases of emergency, but I am a bit concerned when a six year is asking to have one.

As my co-worker explained, I feel my concern became justified. He said his son begged for a cell phone because a friend of his in his class had one, and the son wanted to be able to text his friend.

Huh?

Here are my concerns. One, why does a child have texting enabled on their cell phone? As I said above, I am not against children having cell phones, but for emergency purposes only. I saw an add on TV, I think, a couple years ago pertaining to Disney cell phones for kids. It was able to call with unlimited minutes to five numbers pre-programmed into the phone besides 911, and that was about the extent of its features. Now that I can agree with.

Two, why does a six year old need to text their friends? I can understand the argument that texting helps children learn to write sentences, but as we have seen on Jeopardy multiple times recently, life doesn’t have an autocorrect feature, so really these kids are only learning sentence structure, not how to spell words, if even that. Have you seen some of their acronyms? SMH = shake my head, or WYD = what are you doing. Not to mention the ability to have intelligent conversations or speak in front of an audience.

Again, I say, HUH?!

Now before you think some old person wrote this post, I am a mid twenty, recently married, young woman contemplating having children in the next couple of years, but I’m not sure I will be able to handle my six year old seriously asking me to the point of tantrums for a cell phone so he/she can text their friends!

What ever happened to playing outside? Instead of texting your friends, go outside and say hi! It cost less money. I swear, this generation of children will be called the “Generation Thumbs”. Have they discovered tennis thumb, yet? If not, I called it!  End rant. 🙂