Texting
Have you given much thought to Texting? It is now an important part of our daily lives. Below are some of my thoughts. I hope you will share your own personal thoughts about texting with your son.
Good texting:
Texting is so much quicker and more convenient, a few clicks and you have things set up. Meet you at 7:00 for the study group. Sorry, I am running 15 minutes late. This is what good texting is all about.
Dangerous texting:
Any time texting takes your eyes off what you are doing, it is dangerous texting. Never text while driving, crossing the street or even walking down the street.
Compulsive Texting:
This is the one that appears to have no rules and society is in the process of determining exactly what compulsive texting is and what it is doing to our world.
How many times have you walked in a restaurant and seen a table full of people where every one of them is glued to their personal cell phones? Are they all sending texts, responding to texts? How do you feel about that?
How many articles have you read that say our teenagers are dealing with a lot of depression and anxiety?
Do you think teenagers are spending too much time on their phones and other devices?
Please encourage your teenage son to interact with his friends in a social setting.
Suggest that he set up plans for the evening by texting. Then, as a general rule, he shares with you those plans and when he expects to be home. Next step, when his evening starts he puts his phone in his pocket, on silent.
This means he won’t be texting but it also means you can’t keep texting him and asking him where he is. Unless trust has been broken in your relationship, he should have the right to enjoy a “Parent Free” evening.
Making friends, sharing ideas, events and good times make people happy, no matter what age they are. We all need others to thrive. Let the robots be the robots. Let us remain the people who enjoy interacting with each other.
There you go. Another lesson for today. Now, go and love your son in your own special way. Some days are long but, trust me, the years will just disappear.
Love,
MarnaKay