Although she won’t admit it, my mom is great with technology. We don’t even talk on the phone anymore, she just texts, “Want to FaceTime?” She can do mail merges, keep detailed spreadsheets, and maneuver websites. She doesn’t really believe me when I tell her that most people her age (or my age, for that matter) can do what she does. I’m good with technology (for a man my age), but I am not the first person Mom calls when she needs help with something. Nope. She skips a generation and goes directly to the experts, her grandkids. She keeps a list of what she wants to learn, and they teach her. And then she teaches me what she learned.

I have always marveled at the intersections of generations. When conversations turn to “those millennials” or “OK boomer,” we lose the beauty of wisdom that comes with age and the energy and risk-taking that comes with youth. Old problems will not be solved with old thinking, nor will they be solved without the context in which they were created. When it comes to bold approaches to education, maybe it’s time to ask a kid, “How do I do that?”