I realized today that this summer will probably be one of 3 or 4 more summers that my eldest daughter (age 9) will want to still hang out with ONLY Daddy rather than her friends. The reality is that with her being nine years old, I only have 9 more summers with her until she’s an adult. I look back at the last 9 years and am amazed at how much my child has grown, matured and evolved. She went to the movies with her grandparents last Friday to watch “Tomorrowland” and came home excited to try a Robotics Summer Camp, but also saddened by how the future will change things. At age nine, she sees the value of knowing how to do things for herself, rather than just relying on technology to do it for her. She was really distraught with the fact that she by the time she is able to drive, we will probably have some fully automated cars which drive themselves. She mourned the idea that she would not know the pleasure of driving a car for herself: to feel that sense of freedom and agency. I assured her that she would probably still have the choice to drive herself or be auto-driven, and that she should revel in the fact that she will have more choices, but she still mourned…and cried herself to sleep…