Smartphones are sort of like a badÂ relationship. Â You are convinced you need them and that you can’t do without them, and all the while they are leaching the life out of you in ways you can’t really see until you are finally apart.
I’m being a little overdramatic, sure,Â and let me say up-front that I am not about to jettison my phone. Â But I have started to be more clear-eyed lately about its role in my life, for good and for ill. Â And I’ve realized that I’ve been giving it a little more attention than it deserves.
So a few weeks back, when we were riding bikes to the park with the boys, I decided to leave my phone at home.
I actually had to wrestle with myself a little before doing that. Â “Whatifs” kept popping up in my mind like a game of Whack-a-mole, and I kept having to use logic to clubÂ them down.
What if there is an emergency?
Scott has his phone. YouÂ can use that.
What if I want to take a picture of something?
Short of a UFO landing on the playground, you’reÂ not likely to see anything youÂ will die without documenting.
What if I get bored and want to go online?
You are a mom; watchÂ your kids. Â You are a writer; lookÂ at the world around you.
And it was that logic that worked. Â Because I realized that nothing on my phone could or should be as compelling as these precious moments of life, with these two precious boys who are growing up so fast that it scares me when I really stop to think about it.
So I left the phone at home, and I didn’t miss it. Â I watched my kids and gazed at the trees and the sky and the flowers. Â And what is arguably just as important, my kids sawÂ me watching them and gazing at the world, not being distracted every few minutes but an update on aÂ screen. Â They saw a mom who enjoyed their antics, who basked inÂ the sunshine. Â They saw a mom who chose to be fully present in the moment, in the way that I hope they will be,Â too.
Totally worth it.