Check out Sarah's new cell phone. Yup, she is holding one of the old school bricks, circa ~1994. No apps, no texting, not even a way to plug it into the wall - only a car charger. Sarah was begging for a cell phone, so off we went to the AT&T store. I don't know who was more surprised, Sarah or the AT&T employee when I asked to get service for this old beast.
Scott and I have been dragging our feet on getting Sarah a cell phone. She has been begging and we have been strongly saying no. Frankly, I didn't feel like policing one more technology (who are your calling this late), finding anyone else's lost phone (I have enough trouble keeping up with my own), or dealing with the inevitable tech support issues (mom, I just dropped my phone in the bathtub). Not to mention all the scary stories about cyber bullying and such. So the answer was always no. Then, the she started middle school. It turns out the newest rite of middle school passage is a cell phone - just like dressing out for PE and changing classes. When Sarah said, "everyone has a cell phone," she wasn't exaggerating. Everyone does have a cell phone.
After great debate, Scott and I agreed (caved) but only after adding many rules, restrictions, and regulations. First, she wasn't getting a data plan. Talk and text, love it or leave it. Second, we weren't buying her a brand new phone. While she didn't get the 1994 special, she did inherit Scott's old phone. Third, we set up some (many) rules. Simple, but not always obvious rules, like humans in the room trump texts on your phone.
So here we are. Sarah has a cell phone. More than the candles on her cake, it shows just grown up she is getting. Her phone has only been working for a few minutes and she is already talking and texting with her friends. God save us.
That is life in MomZania.