I bought my daughter a mobile phone. My nearly-ten-year-old daughter.
Why, you ask? Well, this fall she’ll be riding the school bus all on her own (and yes, I do know that plenty of kids start riding school buses waaaay before grade five and they don’t need mobile phones). Thing is, she’ll be off school a full 45 minutes before her sister and also earlier than I’ll get home from work. She may sometimes be coming home to an empty house for a short period of time, and I also want to give her the freedom to go to a friend’s house after school, or even to get off at a different bus stop with a friend and walk home another way if she wants. But I want to know where she is, and I want to be able to reach her, without having to go through a list of all her friends’ phone numbers to find her.
That, and I’m sick of her taking over my iPhone and texting “yo dude” to her friends’ moms’ phones.
So yeah. Tuesday her best friend got a phone, and yesterday we headed to the Koodo booth at the mall and picked up a phone for my gal. Since then, she’s sent more text messages than I’ve sent in my entire life (and I’m not exactly a non-texter, either).
Next week one of her other best buds is getting her own phone, so it seems to be a trend, this 10 year-old cell phone thing. But I still can’t help feeling a bit weird about it all. I mean, when I was 10, we didn’t even have cordless home phones, never mind cell phones. Hell, I’m not sure we even had our first push-button phone by then. So here’s my little girl, with her Samsung Intensity slide-out qwerty keyboard texting machine, and I wonder…is it too soon? I have no internal landmark to measure by, you see. In the end, I go by what feels right – it seems to make sense for her to have it, and several of her friends have them, so…
So…what do you think?