Knowing your gut and standing by it is the holy grail of parenthood.
As a mom of two boys, twelve and eight, there are some circumstances where it’s easy to follow my gut: swimming lessons, completed homework, good manners. Other times I waver, caving to pleas for junk food (why must Gatorade be so red, Cheetos so orange?).
Right now my gut tells me to bury my twelve-year-old son’s smartphone in a cement grave. But do I have the fortitude to do it?
Last year, in anticipation of him becoming a middle schooler, we gave him his Dad’s old Android. We thought we were being moderate, in a neighborhood where kids get iPhones for elementary school graduation. We wanted to be able to get in touch after school — and Dad wanted a new phone. We should have given him a no frills, just-for-calls, flippy deal. Because that old clunky Android still had games and texting, giving him his first addiction to tech, and leaving us nagging him about Putting The Damn Thing away.
Mistake number two came less than a year later. As The Damn Thing got slower and older, our sweet, mostly-responsible son asked if he could buy an iPhone with his own money. We were caught off guard. We consented, sliding down that slippery slope.
Pay attention, learn from my error. Don’t take your eye off the ball like I did. It doesn’t matter that he used his own money. Because buying a kid an expensive gadget is only part of the problem. The other part is a kid having a sleek, user-friendly pocket full of video games, 24/7 social interaction (and attendant hurt feelings), instant gratification, and increased addiction. Add to that my saying Yes to Instagram under the naïve misimpression that it was an outlet for artistic photography, not a Facebook alternative, and we had ourselves a problem.
It’s not that he’s using his phone to search for porn (yet). He uses it for appropriate things – checking scores, keeping in touch with friends, playing a few games. Even if (hypothetically speaking) he screws up and sends a less-than-kind text, it provides life lessons – how to make a sincere apology and take responsibility for your actions.
It’s not that it’s inherently evil. It’s that it’s always there. It has become another member of our family. It comes with him everywhere, and if it’s not with him, he is jonesing for it.
I’m no saint with mine. I get the addictiveness. But at least my habit started at age forty, not twelve. That’s forty years of having to find other solutions to boredom, like books and bike rides and conversations. Forty years without radiating reproductive organs. (He may want children someday.)
The first generation iPhone was released on June 29, 2007, six years ago. In my defense, in the scheme of things that’s not much time for us parents to have figured this stuff out. Here’s my dilemma: if my gut now tells me that my child should not have an iPhone, one I gave him permission to spend a lot of his own money on, how do I take it away? How do I extract him from the social connection he feels from texting or “following” his friends? Have I gone to a place from where there is no turning back?
I hear the voice of the Mommy and Me facilitator from toddler years: You are allowed to change your mind. You are not stuck with every mistake you make. It’s not all fun, after all: having an iPhone bought us more rules, more bending the rules and more nagging about following the rules. And it brought me the unease you feel when you are going along with something that feels wrong.
Now that’s a feeling that a middle schooler can relate to.
I know what I should do. If I can work up my nerve, I should explain that we tried something, I made a mistake, and my gut is telling me this isn’t working. The added benefit is modeling how to listen to your own values, not your peers, when figuring out the best way forward.
I’m not expecting this to be easy. The tantrums of a two-year-old who had to give up my keychain-as-toy is going to be a delightful memory when facing the tantrum of a middle schooler asked to give up his iPhone. If I work up the bravery to take this step, you’ll know from the sound of wailing wafting from our direction.
8 thoughts on “Hanging Up the iPhone”
Cold Turkey? How about iPhone only at certain times??
OMG! So appropriate. My eighth grader has the cheap flippidy gadget with no frills. It’s time for an upgrade and I am so hesitant. But in today’s high-tech social world, how can h deprive him of this generations socialization? I am besides myself thinking about pulling the trigger next month. Yikes! I am afraid to lose what conversation we have left.
You should congratulate yourself for waiting this long! I agree it is the way kids communicate and make plans with each other, and that is important. As for posting pictures of what they are having for breakfast or the new shoes they just bought (hello Instagram!), that could be ditched without losing out. Wish you luck! Keep me posted on your progress!
omg idk, Laura. tish. wtd?
Carol, as the woman who spoke the sage words, “parenting means listening to whining,” you are among my pantheon of role models. Do tell, WTF are “tish” and “WTD”?
What a great column! It got me thinking and talking to LOTS of people about the parenting challenges we face with all this new technology. My gut has been trying to communicate with me for months on this issue and I haven’t been listening very well. This column made me face the fact that I’ve been ignoring my instincts because this issue is so HARD. But maybe it’s simpler than we think if we just listen more closely to what we believe. And, of course, there’s no escaping the hard work of trying to get your arms around what is out there in the techno-sphere and figuring out how much of it is right for your family. Thanks for helping keep me honest with myself!