Wake Up Call

My first born has reached a modern milestone in her adolescence. She has been waiting for this event to happen for over a year now ever since the first of her friends got it. She hasn’t wiped the smile off of her face (despite the solid attempts by her brother!). Her day has finally come… she got a cell phone!

Who’s going to break the news to the “lovie lamb” she’s been inseparable from since birth that she’s been replaced by a new ringing, beeping, bleeping metal security object? My baby is all grown up. She was furiously texting friends and family alerting them of the breaking news in her new tongue: “BTW, I got a phone. LOL. G2G. TTYL.” I always hoped she would be bilingual – this isn’t what I had in mind.

Morally, I’ve been reluctant to the idea of kids (particularly mine) with cell phones. Then again, our kids today are exposed and vulnerable to many scary and potentially dangerous situations and events that simply didn’t exist years ago. The world is a different place. It makes my daughter feel mature and important to have a cell phone. And it makes my husband and I feel a bit more comfortable and secure knowing that when she is not with us, if she needs us, we are only a speed dial away.