The Death of Happiness: Killing Our Children's Futures Device by Device

"Friendship? Yes Please." 

                                        ~ Charles Dickens

Now more than seven decades old, one of the longest continuous studies in the history of American Research is the Harvard Study of Adult Development, and one significant finding from this study is that a key to raising happy children and being happy adults is friendship.  

Collecting more objective evidence on the subject than researchers of any other study, The Harvard Study of Adult Development began in 1937, examining more than 268 physically healthy and "well-adjusted" Harvard sophomores.  Following its subjects for more than 70 years, this study has become the preeminent example of a longitudinal study.  Including the original study beginning in 1937, the study’s longtime director, George E. Vaillant, M.D. Professor of Psychiatry at Harvard Medical School, has studied adult development, including the lives of more than 800 men and women for over 60 years.  The consistent findings of all of this study show successful relationships are the closest thing researchers have been able to identify as the most significant key to happiness. Positive relationships beginning as early as childhood have shown to be the most important predictors of happiness and success as people age.

Brain science tells us that one way to make and keep friends is to be good at interpreting non-verbal communication.  Doing this accurately takes years of experience in face-to-face interaction with human beings, and studies in neurobiology have shown studying and playing a musical instrument increases this ability.  

Pausing to highlight two significant things I just said. . .

Doing this accurately takes years of experience in face-to-face interactions with human beings

and

studies in neurobiology have shown studying and playing a musical instrument increases this ability

Pausing to review what I just retyped. . .

Okay.  Nope.  Just making sure.  Still not there.  Text-messaging, internet chatting, status-updating, mp3 player-listening, television-watching, and video game-playing are not there.  Interestingly enough, these things don't fall into the 'face-to-face interactions' or 'studying and playing a musical instrument' categories.  So now I will pause for you to consider the implications that having increasingly plugged-in lifestyles has on our children's skills in making and keeping friends and, subsequently, on their current and future happiness.  

. . .Still considering?

And now I will pause for you to consider the implications that having families and parents and caregivers who fail to recognize, acknowledge, and/or take responsibility for managing technology in their homes has on our children's skills in making and keeping friends and, subsequently, on their current and future happiness.

. . .Still considering?

Children's ability to recognize and respond to non-verbal cues, forge and maintain significant relationships, and build future long-term happiness is being inhibited by texting, online chatting, and the assortment of other technological activities that are being done in front of screens rather than participating in activities or one-on-one face-to-face interactions with live human beings.  Sorry, 'Guitar Hero' does not count as playing a musical instrument.

What is it going to take for adults to begin showing concern and accountability for their laziness, apathy, and immaturity in parenting their children and become motivated enough to take action to make necessary changes?  Investment in your children's lives is not about dollars and cents.  Parenting is an verb, not a noun.  Parenting is hard work, emotionally-laden, and a challenge to be the grown-up.  Is it easier to give in to badgering about cell phones and game systems and wireless gadgets and gizmos?  Is the guilt gone about your long hours at work, or your depressed mood, or having your children grow up watching bickering parents?  Is your life "all better" because you didn't risk having your children not 'like' you or see you as 'cool'?  More importantly, are your children's lives better?  In an increasingly instant-gratification driven society do you sacrifice long-term happiness for 'happy now for now'?  Grow up.

Educational success ('Wake Up, It's Time for School') and now lifetime happiness.  What will be the next casualty of your teched-out home?

. . .plug in, turn on, and stay tuned.

Dialing up Delusions: Cell Phones/Smart Phones and Your Brain

Sporting bright red noses, big floppy shoes, wild hair, crazy hats, painted faces, and colorful clothes, performing silly antics with horns and puppies and cars and buckets, visited by one or three or 20 friends who bumble and fumble and tumble about, there is something about a clown that lightens my heart and brightens my day.  From Stephen Sondheim's "Send in the Clowns", Gary Lewis & the Playboy's "Everybody loves a Clown", and Smokey Robinson's "The Tears of a Clown" to Freddie the Freeloader, Clarabell, Bozo, Ronald McDonald, or Krusty the Clown most people have some distinctive visceral reaction to clowns.  For some people like me clowns may bring up joy that bubbles over the edges of otherwise ordinary days while there are some people who may have a marked and persistent fear of clowns.  Coulrophobia, or the fear of clowns, is one of the top ten specific phobias so it is difficult to imagine that with strong reactions clowns evoke such as joy or fear that anyone could miss a clown unicycling past them. . .

But miss them they did.  Less than 25% of college students using cell phones/smart phones at Western Washington University noticed a clown unicycling past them on campus.  Scientists interested in testing multi-tasking abilities sent researchers to observe students on campus and then interview them about what they remembered seeing on their walk to and from classes.  When asking students, "Did you notice anything unusual?" more than 70% of students listening to music saw the clown, but more than 75% of cell phone/smart phone users had no recall of the clown.  Really?  A person dressed in brightly colored clothes with a big red nose pedaling a unicycle was not an attention-getter?  The researchers found that not only were these phone users oblivious to their surroundings, but they maintained the delusion they were aware of everything around them.

This delusional thinking is no news to me.  I have all the evidence I need that some people are insane every time I load the babies into the van, back out of our driveway, and cautiously begin a trip to the market, post office, or our favorite pet store.  Who else but crazy people would be driving beside or toward me in a car with their very own children strapped snugly into carseats while blabbing away on their phone or 'just glancing at it' to see why it is ringing, who is texting, or what the map says will be their next turn?  It is crazy enough to engage in some selfish behavior that could potentially kill other people, but how could someone be anything but delusional when insisting his or her own family wear seat belts, sit in the back seat, not eat before swimming (although, by now I hope we all know that is a myth), not run with knives, not smoke. . .or sell crack, and not dart in front of large speeding trucks while maintaining a belief that he or she can safely drive, supervise children, operate heavy farm equipment, write the next great American novel and live while attached to a cell phone or a smart phone.  On September 12, 2008 MetroLink 111 collided head-on with a Union Pacific Freight Train.  25 people were killed, and 135 were injured when a veteran engineer missed a signal to pull onto the siding to allow the Union Pacific Train to pass.  He was text-messaging.  The engineer of MetroLink 111 showed the same "inattentional blindness" as the college students at Western Washington University.

Are these people victims of technology that is developed with an intention to reshape our very thinking, or is it simply that the people who 'need' cell phones and smart phones lean toward a personality structure that lends itself to addictive behaviors, crappy judgment, poor insight, and delusional thinking?  Whatever the answer, one thing is certain, clowns can be quite controversial. . .

Wake Up, It's Time for School

The 'Huffington Post' reported on 12/07/10, "Citing concerns over the country's education performance compared to other nations, and the long-term impact of the shortcomings on the future economic viability of the country, the Obama Administration has pushed for comprehensive reforms.

According to the AP,

"This is an absolute wake-up call for America," U.S. Education Secretary Arne Duncan said in an interview with The Associated Press. "The results are extraordinarily challenging to us and we have to deal with the brutal truth. We have to get much more serious about investing in education." "

Reforms? Investing? We do have to get much more serious. It is time for parents and families or caregivers to lay the blame squarely where it belongs. If they would pause their whining and complaining about the state of the educational system they could hear the faint whirrings and beepings and tap-tap-clickings that lead across their doorsteps and straight into the center of their own homes. . .desktop computers and laptops and notebooks, cell phones and game systems, and MP3 players. Pixels and screens and sound-bytes, logins and passwords and user accounts.

How many homes have a dictionary? And I don't mean online or via smart phone. What about a Thesaurus? I can still feel the thin onion-type paper pages of the old blue dictionary that sat on the bookshelf beside my father's chair for as long as I can remember. His mother bought that dictionary when she attended nursing school, and it was passed down to my father as he studied late nights after working long days for his Masters Degree. That dictionary with the worn blue cloth cover was the dictionary I looked to for spelling and definitions and the assortment of other interesting information and facts held in one of the many charts and graphs at the back of the book. I lost track of how many times I heard my dad's familiar words, "Look it up," and how many times I sat cross-legged on the floor or curled up on the couch absorbing the answers to the same questions countless little girls before me had asked countless daddies before mine. Consumed in my own world of wonder and worries and excitement and plans that is appropriate for children, I am certain I never considered the years and years and more-years-than-I-could-imagine that busy hands flipped through well-worn pages of dictionaries in homes much like mine and not so much like mine. And now consumed in my own world of wonder and worries and excitement and plans that is appropriate for mommies, I am amazed at the importance one book can have in a home. One very memorable night I argued with my father over bananas. Why, of course, everyone knew they were fruits. Except for my dad who told me I was quite wrong and to "Look it up." With a shake of my head and certainly a big huff and a sigh I plunked down on the floor to flip to "banana." I wish I could have seen my father's face as he sat in his chair behind my back while I read the words that I knew would prove my superior intelligence. . ."perennial herb". WHAT??? This was a beginning to just one of many many wonderful and interesting conversations I have had with my dad over my lifetime. And our worn blue dictionary oftentimes played a role in our talks as I was growing up. I found out peanuts grew under the ground and confirmed that tomatoes were fruits. I never asked my parents how to spell something and heard them spell it out to me. Instead I heard. . ."Look it up." Which means I had to know how to alphabetize. I learned that if I wanted to know the meaning of some unknown word in a book I was reading the answer was waiting for me in an old worn dictionary. And as I copied spellings and read definitions I saved this information from this amazing book somewhere in my memory. And it became knowledge.

When I began college I remember using another dictionary for the first time. A collegiate dictionary was on my required book list so I purchased one along with all of my text books from the bookstore on campus. As exciting as it was to have this new red book which had a spine that had never been creased and a title across the front attesting that I was a real college student as I now owned a real collegiate dictionary, I remember my thoughts wandering to home and knowing that a beautiful old blue dictionary was still sitting there on the bookshelf next to my father's chair. By the time I began graduate school computer monitors were still as big as small tvs, and the world wide web was a strange new concept that hadn't quite showed up yet. Spellcheck was included on some computer programs, but online dictionaries were a vision of the future scribbled in someone's spiral-bound notebook. Thank goodness. Because of my parents and because of that old blue dictionary I am a good speller who won the third grade spelling bee, my vocabulary is pretty good, and I love words.

So now how many homes have a dictionary? How many parents or families take responsibility for their children's education with the ways they guide and teach and interact with their kids? What examples are they setting? Why are Leapfrog and V-Tech in business? Why are there 9,880,000 results for "interactive educational kids' online games" on a popular internet search engine? What happened to flash cards and museums and zoos and planetariums? What happened to drawing and singing and playing and reading together? What happened to "interactive education" being about what is going on in the home with everyday interactions being teaching opportunities? . . .Or perhaps they are. Many children are growing up with families who are more connected to technology than to one another. Parents are using their smart phones around their children, and text messages, telephone calls, emails, and other social-networking interrupt interactions and conversations. I have seen parents walking down sunny sidewalks with children in tow while chattering away at the phone between their ear and shoulder. I have seen children eating in silence at restaurant tables while their parents stare at handheld screens while type-type-typing away. I have seen children tugging at their plugged-in parents' arms in unsuccessful attempts to get their attention for some amazing-to-a-child thing that crosses their path.

The "educational system" is in crisis? The educational system is a victim to lazy, apathetic, self-focused parents who refuse to manage technology use in their homes and do not accept responsibility for raising their children. For them, their responsibility stops at paying the bills and buying things. It is easier to plug their children in to some device with information rather than provide it themselves. Children and teenagers rely on Spellcheck and drop-down menus with auto-correct options. Search engines provide answers to questions that are mangled misspelled fragments by 'helpfully' "showing results for. . ."what should have been typed correctly. A glance and a quick click of a button is only one example of how the emphasis in learning has shifted from deep-thinking or processing to obtaining superficial knowledge fast. This process change effects people's memory and knowledge retention. Why would children be invested in putting in the time and effort to remember something when they can just 'search' for it again?

China and South Korea have declared internet addiction their number one public health threat. The United States' refusal to address or even acknowledge the very real existence of this problem underscores "the brutal truth" about the concern for and the commitment to the often lamented educational "crisis."

This "is an absolute wake-up call for America."

whirrrrr, beeeeep, tap-tap-click. . .Is anyone listening?

Murdering Peek-A-Boo

Piercing shrieks of joy and infectious fits of giggles dance through the air as three beautiful children crawl and toddle and tumble over me, each other, and countless toys littering the floor of the bedroom. Two shirts that have not made it into the dresser yet have been liberated from the laundry basket and are now priceless treasures clutched in somewhat sticky fingers and catching under knees and feet as they are determinedly being transported to their destination. With our bedtime story finished it would normally be time for kisses and hugs and rides in Mommy's arms to bed. But someone came skirting around the bed with a mischievous grin and a shirt to begin our newest favorite game - Peek-A-Boo. If one shirt is great fun then two is even more exciting so here comes baby number two with shirt number two and an impossible-to-ignore light of love in his eyes.

Sometime during the last few weeks the babies have discovered the joy of playing Peek-A-Boo. As children can be, they are most resourceful and will work together to push the side of their play-yard until they have gotten close enough to the couch to reach a blanket and pull it back through the bars or grasp a pillow and launch it over the top. If these items are not accessible they have been resourceful in using clean diapers, washrags, small cloth wipies, or most recently socks, shirts, or any other article of clothing within reach of baby hands. After securing a necessary cloth item to begin the game then someone places the item either on his or her own head or on someone else's head. If possible, covering more than one head at the same time is even more fun! A quick snatch at the veil to reveal the face underneath it results in a laughing symphony so lovely you find yourself holding your breath hoping it never ends. Just as much fun as revealing a face is the simple act of arranging the item on your own head or on someone else's head. And as socks do not provide quite the same coverage as blankets, and shirts have pesky sleeves that tangle and dangle about, covering the head or face is really just a general idea. Oftentimes the head and face are left uncovered completely as the Peek-A-Boo veil drapes around the back of a neck or flops over an ear. But no matter. The end result is the same - smiles and laughter and joy for as long as someone will play this wonderful exciting amazing game with you.

According to a study done by German Psychologist Dr. Michael Titze, children smile and laugh spontaneously 300 to 400 times a day while adults smile and laugh less than 15 times a day. Additionally, fifty years ago people laughed 18 minutes a day; however, today they laugh for only six minutes a day.

From the first day that I stopped in my tracks to watch this perfect joy that three babies were creating I pondered, and mentioned to others, and pondered some more a question that wouldn't leave me alone, "What in the world happens to us?" Not yet having seen search engines giving up page after page of references to studies supporting this finding that children smile 300 to 400 times a day while adults only smile less than 14 or 15 times a day, I wondered at my realization that something happens somewhere along the way that murders the joy of Peek-A-Boo.

What do we do to babies and children, or what do we do to ourselves that the joy of something like playing Peek-A-Boo is killed and replaced with the demand for more More MORE??? People have developed a sense of entitlement that breeds a "need" to be constantly stimulated in order to feel entertained. They must be constantly plugged in or turned on. Computers and MP3 players and video games are required. Television must include HD and cable and DVR. Cell phones must have internet access, and text messaging, and games, and calendars, and maps, and music, and books, and. . . Anything less is not enough. Blankets and socks lay forgotten, and silly food-smeared faces of people we love stay covered while empty hearts and thoughtless minds passively await their smile allotment from boxes and screens and little hand-held gizmos.

'Night 'Night iPhone Alarm Victims

Dear iPhone Alarm Victims,
You bought a phone. It is not 'smart.' It is programmed. It is a piece of technology designed and built by human beings who may or may not be smart and marketed by others who are most definitely smart. This may be news, but technology fails. If you enjoy your phone and its many features that keep you busy busy busy then great, but please be accountable for your decisions rather than whining and grumbling and complaining when your choices have repercussions. Understanding it is not a popular trait nor, perhaps, a familiar concept with many people these days, you are 'responsible' for your decision to use your telephone to wake yourself up. *Please note here: If you are interested in formulating a back-up plan for future phone alarm catastrophes, while alarm clocks can now be found in many configurations such as combined with radios, watches, phones, and other unique electronic items, interestingly enough, there are also clocks whose only function is providing you with the opportunity to set an alarm to sound at a dedicated time. Perhaps an additional alarm clock may be beneficial to you. Either as a symbol that you recognize and accept responsibility for this horrid alarm fiasco you lament. . .or as a convenient scapegoat for your future choices.

In making your purchase you may want to plan ahead and consider that with an electric variety you might enjoy the convenience of blaming the electric company if the alarm does not go off. With a battery operated type it's possible you could make a case for blaming the battery manufacturers for a bad batch of batteries. . .or perhaps a family member bought the wrong type of batteries for you. Wow. That one actually affords you two blamees. And while an old-style traditional wind-up clock would seemingly be the most reliable of any you could buy and provide a bit of a challenge in conjuring up some rationale for its failure, by calling on all of your blame-shifting skills you can certainly come up with some nasty accusation such as this unsounding-alarm-travesty being the result of poor workmanship or your damn child's bad bad behavior in overwinding the clock.

Although I only had a few moments to spare on my way to bed tonight I was shocked to hear of your situation, and I wanted to share some information that might be helpful with potential future alarm clock purchases. See you in the morning. . .?