I don’t teach answers anymore.

I stopped teaching my kids the answers. My kids are teenagers. Nearly through school, nearly out the door.

Somewhere along the way the job changed. They bring me a question and I do not answer it. I point them at the right place to ask.

Which tool for which job. When an agent is the right call and when it is not. Which app to open when one of them needs a doctor.

I am an AI-first mum. Nobody warned me that was a job.

Because picking where to look is the whole skill. The machine has the answers. Knowing which machine, and whether to believe it, does not come free.

So I teach them to pull an answer apart once they have it. To catch a confident answer that is wrong. To ask the second question, not just the first. To sit with a good answer and still say “I am not sure.” To have taste. To have a spine.

The same thing happened to me at work. I stopped writing code and started judging what the code should be. The typing was never the hard part. The judgement was.

My kids are growing up in a world that hands them answers for free.

I am not raising people who know things. I am raising people who go looking. Who check. Who do not take the answer on trust.

That is the part the machine cannot do for them. That is the part I can.