11 Mar Slice of Life: A Cautionary Tale … Do You Want to Know Their Every Move? #SOL18
I check my phone again. Nothing. It is too early to call. I am sure he is fine.
I check again. Nothing.
I will go for a run. That will distract me. By the time I get back he will be up. He will text or call.
Six miles later, no text, no call.
I clean the kitchen. I make coffee. I walk the dog. I start laundry.
I leave my phone in my office. Maybe if I stop looking he will text – watched pot and all.
It is now two hours after when he was supposed to leave. Panic sets in.
I go upstairs.
Chris. Chris! Wake up.
He rolls over and tries to pry his eyes open. I stare at him thinking it will speed up the process.
Jack hasn’t called or texted.. He said he was going to text when they got back last night and he didn’t text. That is not like him. He also said they were getting up early today to head back. They have something for a class. He said he would text before they left. He didn’t text. I texted him several times and he did not respond. He should almost be home if he left when he said they would so it is weird there is no text. He usually checks in. Do you think he is ok? I am worried. What if they never got home? Why wouldn’t he text? Even if his phone died he has a charger in the car.
The words continue to spew from my mouth effortlessly. I notice his eyes are still not completely open. It is clear he is not keeping up with my train of thought.
What time is it?
Did you text him?
Of course! Aren’t you listening?
He senses he is not completely following our one-sided conversation. He tries to sit up.
I’m really worried.
I hear that. Maybe he is still asleep.
I think you are still asleep. Aren’t you listening at all?
I am sure he is fine. Did you check Find my iPhone?
That is the best you have for me. I have been worrying for three hours. Don’t you think that occurred to me?
I just thought…
I would love to use Find my iPhone. You know it would make me feel better to know where he is. I had to resist using it … for three hours!
I think it is ok in this circumstance.
Clearly, he wants this and me to go away until his brain catches up with my mouth.
You know I made a decision not to use it. I think, for me, it will be a slippery slope. I would track everyone in my life to know they are safe if I could, but that is not healthy. He is almost 18. I am not tracking him. It is not right.
He nods, still struggling to process.
He responds, I think it is ok this one time. You have a good reason. Just check, you will see he is fine and you will feel better.
I could have done that three hours ago. Is that really what you are suggesting?
He gets up and goes downstairs to check his phone. I wait. The tension is too much. That little green circle is staring at me. Taunting me. Just click it. Just this once. My emotions get the best of me and I can’t resist. I click it.
I wait, watching the buffering circle go round and round. I wait and wait, quietly singing, “round and round and round it goes … where it stops nobody knows.”
Chris runs up the stairs. What’s wrong? What happened?
I show him my phone. He takes it from my hand and regret spreads across his face. This did not go as he had planned.
His phone is in the middle of the ocean and it was last updated at 11:42 pm last night!! He’s dead!
Now Chris is fully awake and realizing his suggestion may not have been prudent. He tries to calm me and get in control of the situation he has created.
Let’s call him. I am sure he is fine.
As he is dialing, my phone starts to ring. It is Jack. I answer and a stream of consciousness, as well as a stream of tears, erupts.
Excuse me. Mrs. Landrigan. We just want you to know Jack is driving so you were on speaker phone. I took you off. Do you want us to pull over so you can talk to Jack?
They are alive, but now are scared to death and unclear how to handle the crazy in this mom.
No. It’s ok. I was just scared. It is raining out there. Just drive and be really careful.
Chris looks at me sheepishly.
I think I was still asleep when I suggested Find my iPhone.
This is a cautionary tale. In today’s world, it is so easy to connect that it can be unhealthy. The immediacy allows us to expect we should be able to get in touch with anyone at any moment. It has caused me to live a life in which I go from someone being late to dead in five minutes. It is not pretty!
As my son is beginning the natural process of separation, I worry that the connectedness of smartphones, social media and technology may do more harm than good. When I was in college I called home once a week. I wrote the occasional letter. Otherwise, I was on my own and I think that was an important step in my development. I learned how to make decisions on my own. I learned how to seek out other resources. I learned how to trust and believe in myself. I created a sense of who I was outside of, but still in a relationship with, my parents.
I want my son to have that same opportunity. I know I am going to miss him, but I don’t want to want to hear from him every day. There are things I don’t need to know anymore. I want him to have the privilege of discovering himself outside of me – without a sense of guilt. The guilt that comes because it is now so easy to connect that the expectations have changed. I am thinking about this a lot about because I want to send him off next year with a healthy expectation of communication for both of us.
For me, find my iPhone – that ability to know everything about them – was the first signal for me to slow down and really think about the adult relationship I wanted with my kids. I was initially so attracted to the sense of comfort this app could provide but quickly realized this was not what I wanted in the long run. I don’t want to know their every move before they choose to tell me. I don’t want to intrude on their life without invitation. I don’t want them wondering if they are being tracked. I don’t want to be thinking about them all day every day. I want to separate from them so they can separate from me. I want them to live their own life and I think that is difficult to do if you think someone is watching your every move.
So… in case you are on the fence … this is my cautionary tale.
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