Growing up, I remember begging my parents for a cell phone. Because if you had a cell phone you were one of the cool kids. And I remember my parents always telling me that I had no reason to have a phone. And I guess the were mostly right.
I mean…looking back I think that having a cell phone would have saved me from a few of my many, many groundings.
Kendall has been asking for a phone for the past two years now. And begging for a phone for the past year or so. And I’ve told her the same thing my parents told me…there’s no reason for you to have a phone (insert crazy pre-teen eye roll)
Then her friends kept asking for her phone number. And they started calling my cell phone…because I don’t have a lovely house phone and would be on the phone for-ev-er.
And then they would call when I was trying to get some kid free time. Which was insanely frustrating.
So, we gave her a phone. Not a new one…a nice old one that was just lying around. And she got a million and one rules to go with it.
And the thing is…I’m shockingly ok with her having a phone. I really thought I wouldn’t be. That I’d be freaking out A LOT. But I’m good.
I’m learning (and trying to accept) that she’s growing up. And with growing up comes great reaponsibility. It’s time to cut the cord a bit with Kendall and start letting her make her own mistakes and create her own life that she loves.
And I gotta tell ya. It’s really awesome watching your kid grow into a wonderful human ❤