As soon as my girls started campaigning for cell phones, I put it off as long as possible. "But all the kids have them!!" my two preteens cried.
"If they jumped off a bridge, would you jump, too?" I asked, using the age-old parental retort.
"Mom, that's just stupid, who would do that?" Together they'd stomp off dreaming of the day their mom wasn't such a smart ass.
Then I started thinking how nice it would be to be able text them and have them text me at random times. Life is busy, so that was a selling point knowing I would get to hear from throughout the day. I could text them a lot ... and use cool emojis.
So, I caved. And what wonderful texts I receive every day.
- "Mom, there isn't any toilet paper in this bathroom," was a recent one from one floor up.
- "Mom, we need snacks."
- "Mom, you forgot to sign my permission slip. Drop it of by lunch."
- "Mom, Peyton is playing her music too loud. Tell her to stop."
- "Mom, can I go the movies?"
Ugh. Not really conversation. And they claim I send too many emojis. Sigh.
One good thing about their cell phones? If they are being bratty, I just threaten to take the phones away. And sometimes I do! (Insert laughing emoji with tears here.)