DISTRACTED MOTHERHOOD

I thought I was not on my phone as much as "other moms" ... turns out, I was wrong. In fact, thanks to an app that tracks my phone usage, I can tell you I pick up my phone on average every 24 minutes, with 35 pick-ups a day and 245 pick ups a week. Oh and on Fridays I use my phone double the amount of time; I probably have FOMO on Fridays (fear of missing out).

I am on my phone SO much. If you by chance are not on your phone very often, stop reading this blog post and go give yourself a big treat because you are resisting the greatest temptation our culture faces: the temptation to spend life being a spectator and not truly living.

Smart phones are wonderful in many ways, and a game changer in our world. But like all good things, moderation is challenging in the face of instant gratification.

Motherhood is hard work, and I'm often looking to escape or at least be distracted. 

It's so easy for me (without even thinking about it) to text a friend, go on Facebook, get lost in search of friends of friends' adventures and trips around the world, and then add on those Google searches, diagnosing my kids' fevers or sleep patterns, or my own ailments. And before I know it I am lost, sucked into the abyss of my screen, my eyes bug out and my jaw is clenched and I just keep staring at my phone. 

This has also made me think about how our children view us on our phones. Our children make sense of the world based on our facial expressions. When I am on my phone, my face is not always expressing all of the different emotions. They look at me a million times a day and they are making sense of their world from me. My son Noah knows when I am on my phone and trying to multitask, he says, "Mom! Stop and talk in a real voice." 

Woah. 

I want to talk in a real voice. My phone consumption is a habit, and I want a new habit of using my phone less. Our world is moving so fast and our kids need us more than ever, they need parents who spend more time looking into their eyes -  instead of straining away with their necks down, eyes glued, and backs turned.