A couple of weeks ago I was treated to a glorious, rare night out with a mom friend. It was so great to just be out together and talk without being interrupted. But of course, as mom conversations tend to always circle back to a particular topic, we were soon discussing our kids. Specifically, we began to talk about the technology-related problems we have as parents that our parents simply didn’t have. I just turned 40 and she will be there soon. We were the last group of kids to grow up without internet…slogging through college with dial-up AOL and getting our first (very, very, not smart) cell phones around age 21. Our parents didn’t have to worry about us having porn at our fingertips or befriending predatory strangers online: it simply wasn’t a “thing” back then.