My eight year old son wants his own email address.  What’s more bizarre than that?  I thought about it for a second!  I mean, do I REALLY want a million messages in my inbox from legoclub.com?  As I think about how differently my childhood was compared to my son’s, I can’t help but feel a little nostalgic about the good ol’ days.  Remember when we used to actually write letters?!  You know…pen, paper and envelopes!  In a world of e-cards and text messaging I hope I don’t forget to teach my son the fine art of sitting down and writing a note to a friend, a thank you card to a Grandma or a love note to his Mommy.

I do love that he can stay in touch with friends and family with the click of a button, but the world “out there” in cyberspace is so big, mean and uncaring of our children’s innocence.  So I will ride the line…play it safe.  We’ll take the best of both worlds, please!  A nice card mailed to Grandma, a quick email to a cousin and as for the love notes to Mommy, well, I’ll take those any way I can get them!!

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