I regret nothing.
When my children were little, I was one of those smug mothers who was adamant that they wouldn’t have mobile phones. At the time, I thought it was overindulgent and unnecessary.
Fast forward five years and I take it ALL back. In fact, all three of my children now have a phone. With them catching a bus to three different locations each morning and me working full-time, I have to know if anything in the daily plan changes and therefore, they need to be contactable at all times. So yes, this does mean my 9-year-old also has a mobile phone.
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I do have some rules in place, though. For one, I make them all check in with me when they arrive at school each morning. It might sound like helicopter parenting, but I need to know that they have arrived safely inside of those gates every morning before I can comfortably get on with my day. If they don’t text me or they forget, I will contact them (much to the 16-year-old’s chagrin).
I’ve also found that now, my 16-year-old daughter and I have gotten closer via phone. We rarely get the time to sit around the dinner table these days with all of us keeping such different timetables, so the phone has become our saviour.
What we would once have kept to discuss each night with each other, is now relayed in real time. She’ll text me about a concert coming to town or we’ll email each other funny memes. Sometimes we’ll even comment on each other’s Facebook or Instagram posts.
It all helps to open up a whole new level to our relationship and I find we share more and understand each other better as a result.
My 9-year-old son has also taken to having epic telephone conversations with me each morning as well. Sometimes I’ll drive to work and put him on hands-free and we’ll sit and discuss the footy game he watched the night before or what he’s been learning in maths.