I think technology skips generations, sometimes.
One of my grandfathers worked for The Power Company (back when that meant something), and his job involved rural electrification. He was a high-tech guy for his time and even owned a (probably ludicrously-expensive) wire recorder when my dad was young. I (and my kinfolk) still have archives of the only known, existing recording produced by that machine, which were first professionally transferred to cassette by a (now) friend of mine when I was young, and then moved to CD by me a decade and a half ago.
My other grandfather was a businessman who bought the first (also ludicrously-expensive) TRS-80 sold in town, because he could see -- early on -- that having computers around was going to make him more money than without. He owned an *early*, drum-scanner fax machine. He went on to sell computers as part of his various business dealings, and had a licensed VHF radio repeater and car-mounted 2-way radios, to keep track of his employees decades before "cell phones" were a thing at all.
Both people went their own ways with tech, but neither of them struggled particularly to keep up. Had Grandfather #1 seen any merit to himself in computers, he would have learned them, learned them well, and been able to explain them as simply as he explained everything else that he knew.
If I had a digital or electronic communications question, it want to Gandpa #2. If I had an electrical question, whether on the basis of a transformer's operation or an explanation of how an inductive motor works, or how to maintain a machine (he grew up on a farm) it went to Grandpa #1.
Neither of them grokked the Internet much, but by then (middle-1990s) they were just happy to see their grandkids and great grandkids and didn't need to learn more tech because it wasn't going to further their happiness.
My own dad, on the other hand? He's one of the most intelligent people I've ever met, but refuses to learn anything digital. I'd call him a luddite, but getting a wire pulled from a basement breaker box to a room on the second floor, or a black iron gas line run for a kitchen, with absolutely minimal destruction? He can do this in his sleep. And instead of learning new tech, he's used his brain to study history and multiple foreign languages. (He used to teach American-born Chinese kids how to read and write their parents' language, and now he's teaching Spanish-speaking immigrants how to coexist in an English-speaking America.)
If there's any point to this rant, it is that people learn different things that are useful to them.
Mom, meanwhile: I had to rescue her from her brazen attempt to replace one of the fans in an aging Asus laptop just yesterday, but that's mostly Asus's fault for making the flex leads so short that it's impossible to fold anything out flat for easy assembly: If it weren't for needing to suspend a board with one hand, while fucking with ZIF connectors with the other, with the workspace (and light) getting less and less each time a new wire was connected, she'd have had it nailed.
Kids, these days, where things "just work" (and then you sign up for another 2-year contract for today's hotness when it fails to "just work")? No, just no.