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I’m hopelessly connected. I’m electronically shackled by smartphones and laptops and portable wifi. If I’m bad my children will be far worse; they don’t know a world without uber-connectivity. As I was walking the beach this weekend I came across this woman who was sitting peacefully enjoying her view of the crashing surf when she suddenly pulled out her phone and changed her focus. It made me wonder how many times I’d done the same thing. Whether it’s a story about my son’s school day, my daughter showing me her incredible cartwheel, or my wife needing to decompress from a stressful day, I’m sure I’ve abandoned them to some pointless alert signifying another entirely unimportant email has hit my inbox.
Don’t get me wrong, I love the digital age and I’m excited about the future. I love that my kids can call me to share an exciting moment at the pinnacle of their joy or that my wife can give me call to say she loves me. These things are very good; I just need to remember it’s no substitute for real people, real family and real interactions. I think I hear my kids waking up and I want my morning hug, my real, physical, sleepy, loving hug.