"I'm listening to you." My husband says while texting his coworker, watching SportCenter and playing chess on the laptop.
"I heard you." I told my kids as I was Gmail chatting with my Mom, downloading new tunes for our IPod and emailing about a play date from my BlackBerry.
"I didn't hear you calling me." My son screams as he is playing LeapFrog in front of the television.
How did this happen? I was the girl that didn't even have a cell phone until I was 26. I remember talking on a payphone to my husband, in the days he was my boyfriend. I didn't have online access during an unemployed stint living in Lakeview. I spent my afternoons at Screenz on Clark. Not to mention that my family was the last household in the world to have a microwave (sorry, Mom).
We need to put down the technology and actually look at each other when we talk. I wish I could say it would be easy to get rid of it all and spend the day together baking cookies and making puppet shows. That would be a lie. It would be so hard. We do bake cookies and perform puppet shows, but that doesn't take up the whole day, it takes up an hour and 39 minutes.
I struggle to think of times I am without my phone, computer or other device. The only time I can come up with is yoga. All phones are off during yoga and honestly I very rarely wonder if my BlackBerry's red light is flashing during class. But, immediately following savasana, checking my phone is at the top of my to do list.
This topic gives me anxiety. I feel my heart speeding up. I worry about when my kids are old enough to have Facebook accounts. I worry about my kids not getting enough exercise or playing outside for hours like I did as a child. I worry that people are going to stop talking to each other.
I haven't discovered a solution. Have you?
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