Raising kids in the digital age (or any age, really)
My big kid is six. Only six. And yet here I am, having conversations about brain rot, sex, pornography, and maybe the more subtle one, demons. I can’t believe I even have to explain why it’s not okay to be singing along to Soda Pop . These are heavy things for such a little heart. But the truth is, the world doesn’t wait for them to be ready. It barges in, loud and confident, through songs, YouTube shorts, and classroom chatter. And in the middle of it all, he’s trying to find where he fits. He’s the only kid in his class who isn’t going to SJKC. Seven out of ten of his classmates will be heading to the same school down the road next year. He’s the only one who isn’t 100% Chinese. He feels it, even if he can’t articulate it. That quiet awareness of being different. And so I ask myself, how do I help him navigate this? Because it’s not just about what he listens to or sings along with. It’s about belonging, identity, conviction, and the courage to stand firm when you’re the odd...