This morning when I woke up, I did what I always do: checked my phone for the time. Checked my text messages. Maybe the weather… and a news headline or two.
Well, I looked down for a quick moment and realized that W was staring at me. And staring at the phone screen. In fact, craning his neck to see what I was so interested in on that little device.
This has happened at least a dozen times in the last couple of weeks. And it’s kind of terrifying.
It’s scary because William is totally catching me NOT being in the moment. Am I really trying that hard to be mindful if my child is more aware of my phone use than I am?
And here’s the thing: I don’t think I’m that addicted to my phone. No, seriously, hear me out. My friends will attest, I’m often hours late to the group text message. Or I leave my phone in a purse or jacket pocket and don’t dig it out until hours have gone by (and I’ve missed a pizza dinner, sigh). Or my phone was in silent mode (again) and so I missed that phone call I’ve been meaning to have for days…
But that’s all besides the point. I mean, what is William’s little brain DOING when he sees that cell phone shoved in his face for a photo? And what does he think when he sees a cell phone getting as much attention as he does? Or what about when he smiles at a stranger in line at the bakery but she doesn’t see him because her face is buried in a phone?
We’re so screwed.
I think my smart phone has made me feel more connected to my friends and family, and for that I love it. I love the videos and the photo updates I receive. The daily email from my dad. I love that I have so much information at the tip of my fingers. Or that I can cross something off my list right then and there — before I forget it later. Or that I can tune into Spotify anytime I please.
But when my four month old baby starts looking at the phone screen or looking at me while I’m staring at the phone screen, I know I’m in trouble.
A 30-second clip I couldn’t resist including on the blog.