I have few pet peeves. Most involve people being jerks, driving, or people being jerks while driving.
Whenever I’m out at a park or store or sitting across from someone at the breakfast table, however, I want to scream!!
Put the phone away!
What is it with this new, technological generation? Since unplugging phones from walls entirely, people and their screens can never be apart. I’m guilty, too: I left my phone at my sister’s on accident and didn’t discover the mishap till we arrived home. I felt a panic set in. All that night and the next morning I experienced pocket-reaching sensations and phantom notification-beeping.
Face it: we’ve become compulsive. If you have any games on your phone, the game creators have ensured you are compulsive -but that’s a topic for another day.
For those who think the phone addiction thing is no big deal, I’ve got some thoughts for you:
- What if you don’t have yours on you and are trying to maintain a conversation with your phone-happy friend, or your mom? What do you feel if that person keeps diverting attention to his/her screen?
- Try, if you can, to put yourself in your child’s shoes. Try to put yourself into his or her developing mind. Does your son feel that you love that electronic object more than you love him? Is he learning to treat the ones he loves that way?
- What, exactly, are you looking at on your screen? Social media? Is it more important than your daughter learning to swing? Can it wait?
Parenting is difficult. It’s tiring, boring, repetitive, and can feel unrewarding when our Little Darlings hop up and down and yell, “You don’t LOVE ME!!” We need breaks, especially when our patience level is bubbling up to bum-spanking levels of annoyance.
By all means, take a quick breather. Consider it a parenting smoking break. -BUT not in front of the kids. Not all morning. Not instead of never facing your feelings.
Constant turning to a slightly-entertaining distraction is just as mentally damaging as other addictive substances. In small, controlled doses it’s not so detrimental. In large, limitless amounts it’s bad.
However do we expect to learn patience, love, and tolerance for 100x of hearing “Baby Shark” if we haven’t faced a bit of parenting? However do we expect to demonstrate patience, love, and tolerance if we aren’t even looking at our children? However do we expect to teach patience, love, and tolerance if we’re not actively engaging with our kids?
We can’t. Seriously; put the phone away. Pick up life, instead.
Sunday, September 1: “It’s My OCD,” a serious discussion about mental illness and behavioral issues with children.
Monday, September 2: Poem time! “Where Are Your Shoes??”
Tuesday, September 3: Discussed reusable sandwich containers.
Wednesday, September 4: “Get Out the Door!,” a sweet snippet about the black hole of “time to go.”
Thursday, September 5: Shared L. Tom Perry‘s quote on parenting.
Friday, September 6: Lamented my inability to be productive with “‘Work at Home,’ They Said.”
Saturday, September 7: Erin reminded us all of the joys of parenting at night.
Sunday, September 8: That’s today!
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