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Times.. they are a-changing...

As Little Legs approaches his 6th birthday I'm starting to realise how much he is changing, and the nature of the world he is becoming part of.

He's got very firm ideas about what he wants - he wants long hair and doesn't like it straight. (He just wants to be like his friend at school)

He's got very firm beliefs - It's not OK to interrupt the teacher when she's talking, but it's OK to interrupt Mummy because she's just annoying!

He knows who he wants to see, where to go, how to drive a racecar, when you need to use a diamond pick axe... You name it, YouTube has it.

At 6 his world is so different to when I was 6. There's so much more information and knowledge there that wasn't available in my childhood.

He's a child of a technologically advanced age and I love it. But I'm also scared for him. Behind the scenes, people become brave, daring and careless with their words and their actions. It's too easy to lose inhibitions and reveal something of yourself, to leave something behind that will never disappear.

I hope that he can grow up not just embracing this new, ever changing world of technology, but being guarded with it and recognising the damage it can cause. I also hope that he's going to be super patient with me and help me, because I just know I'm going to need it!



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