I loved this picture of Sam and Ellie so much that I thought I’d write a funny letter to Steve Jobs about how much we use our iPad. But once I started, the letter turned kind of serious. Because, as it turns out, we are all a bit addicted to the iPad.
Dear Steve Jobs…
Please accept my apologies for my earlier post concerning the iPad. I may have been a bit cynical about your new product. I’m not a gamer. I don’t need the Internet to be beautiful. I know that there’s an app for almost everything (let’s be honest, everything), but I don’t need apps. My life is cluttered enough with notes and school newsletters and the 6,000 art projects the kids bring home everyday. I don’t need more information. Or more stuff.
But, Mr. Jobs, I didn’t realize how much I needed your iPad.
Your calendar, completely synched with my phone and my husband’s, is an organizational lifesaver. Your iPad is teaching my preschoolers their colors, teaching my first grader to spell, and teaching all of them the real skill they’ll need in the future: how to navigate their playlists in iTunes.
Thank you for your brilliant display for YouTube videos. Sam knows the Cornhusker Tunnel Walk music. Ellie has fallen in love with the children’s choir from a random church in Indiana. Nate now breastfeeds to the peaceful sound of my audiobook.
I have researched and written an entire book on your iPad, led “Hergenrader Dance Party!” Boogies in the living room with it, and am buying our Christmas presents on your beautiful Internet. Because, let’s be honest, Mr. Jobs. The Internet is yours. We just borrow it.
Can I call you Steve? Thanks.
Steve, we thought our family was full with the six of us, but we were wrong. Your iPad is the seventh member of our family.
Merry Christmas.
The Hergenraders
