You've got it so easy!

Remember when we were young our grandparents would complain how easy we had it? They had to walk to school, up a hill, two miles both way, in the snow? And how lucky we had it because we had bus stops near our houses?

I remember being a child and being astonished hearing stories from my parents about what their childhood was like. No TV, and then, just in black and white. Radio shows. No seat belts in cars. Drive-in movie theaters. No fast food.

I also remember watching cartoons like The Jetsons and wondering what life would be like for my child. Would we really have cars that flew around? Would we really have machines in our homes that you would press a button and food would slide through, ready to eat?

And now, I have a child. And his childhood, in terms of technology, are completely different than mine was. He too, is astonished hearing stories from my and my husband about what our childhood was like. The fact that we had to get up to change the TV channels because there was no remote. How we did research using a card catalog. When we wanted something to eat that was warm, the stove was the only option for heating food up (no microwaves for us!). His grandparents stories? He's speechless!

Not too long ago my sister emailed me one of those emails that you send to everyone on your mailing list. One of those funny humorous essays that frequent our in-boxes. I usually read them, chuckle, and then delete them. But this one inparticular stayed with me. It was an essay about how easy kids have it these days. I put a 'Dear Adam', and a 'Love Mommy and Daddy' at the top and bottom, printed it out, and hung it on our fridge. It's been a great topic of conversation at the dinner table, talking about how times have changed.

I wonder what his children's childhood will be like. And I wonder what his 'letter' to his child will be like. Although, maybe in the future there won't even be email to send to your friends. Maybe that too will be a thing of the past.

This is an original DC Metro Mom's post. When not pointing out differences in her childhood to her son, Robin can be found blogging at MyLifeAsItIs.