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I have a ...

Have you ever started typing on your computer and suddenly found yourself typing some place totally different then you intended?

No?

Well, pretend then.

I was doing some writing a few minutes ago and I thought I was merrily typing in Word and then poof! I looked up and saw I was typing in the Google search engine box instead.

I had typed; "I have a"  - that's boring enough. But what I found interesting were the suggestions that Google filled in for me to finish my thought.

It suggested; 

I have a plan - and then,

I have a dream.

I have a big nose.

I have a rendezvous with death.

I have a truck.

I have a cold.

I have a guitar.

I have a broken heart - and finally,

I have a dog.

Hmmm. Interesting.

Google does country songs.

Who knew?

Facebook is good, bad and other.

My son wants to be on Facebook.

Sigh.

His school decided to have someone come in and talk to all the kids about being safe on Facebook and guess what? Now everyone in his grade wants to be on there. Most of these kids didn't even know it existed until the 'talk' and now it's the place to be.

I had always told my kids that they couldn't be on Facebook until they were thirteen but that's still ten months away for my son. 

I'm on Facebook. My fifteen year old daughter is on Facebook. When my son tells me EVERYONE he knows is on there he's not kidding. I've looked and most of his buddies really are on there.

I don't know what to do.

I do know enough about the privacy settings on FB to limit his activities. I suppose I could demand my son's password and go on there regularly to check on what he's up to.

My son is going to get on Facebook eventually. I'm afraid that he may go on there without my knowledge if I clamp down and so no to him now. But he still seems too young to be on there for my comfort. I'm afraid of who my son might meet on the internet and what he might learn.

But I also realize that my boy is smart and I also know that I have to trust him and let him grow too.

Blah.

I still don't know what I'm going to do. I'm really torn on this one.

Double blah.