Tuesday, June 20, 2017
We didn't have a phone in the house until I was 8. My grandparents had a phone around the corner, my parents didn't see the need for a phone, until a blizzard one winter - while my father was off on an adventure and mom was home alone with four kids. Then the phone was rotary dial, and on a party line. My family was never big on talking on the phone.
In a major way, I am glad I grew up before cell phones. We were out at the Udvar-Hazy on fathers day. We stopped for lunch and I was struck by the young fathers, out for the day with their child, glued to their phones. I grew up before that distraction. My parents were not helicopter parents, but when they spent time with me, they spent time with me, not dividing time between me and their phone. I wanted to say something like, "pay attention to your kid, they will only be young once, someday you will not be there for them, wouldn't it be wonderful for them to remember you being attentive, when you spent time together."
I came home and called my father. I listened to what is happening in his life and I told him about what is happening in my life. Some day too soon, I won't be able to do that. Quality time, one on one attention while we can.
When do you turn your phone off?