It’s 5:30 in the morning and I’m waiting for an iPhone 6.

Thats right. I am. And I feel stupid. I worked until 1:30 in the morning last night and now I’m standing 10th in line for an iPhone the store might not even have in stock. All week I’ve been thinking about this moment. I’ve been having nightmares that I come home with a phone from the early 2000s. You know the one I’m talking about. Blue, blocky, has “snake”. I called the store daily to make sure the deal was still the same.
I need to say, I’m not like this. In fact, Alaina and myself drive around early on Black Friday and laugh at the people that have been waiting all night.
What has happened to me?
Am I that desperate for alone time that I’ve decided to freeze my ass off in a line of people talking about the best phone plans for their life? Yesterday I was in the basement changing laundry and I heard both kids start to cry. I thought to myself ” I wonder how long I can stretch out folding these towels?”.
I am standing here because I love technology. I left a warm bed, two cute kids and a loving (very loving) wife so I could be here. Technology does so much for us in our everyday lives and yet takes so much away.
Jude was born connected. Margot was born connected. I was not. I was born into a world without internet, without a computer. Oddly enough, our first computer was an Apple. I don’t know why we ever bought a modem. I remember that static, chaotic sound of technology whenever we wanted to play chess “online”. That is after all, the only thing we could do with it. I’m sure my father had it for something work related but to this day, I don’t know what.
Jude and Margot will be learning with tablets. Their education will be centered around he worlds ability to make more technological advances. Every step they take in either reality will leave a footprint, no matter what.
There needs to be a healthy line though. Technology is like anything else, best in moderation. I love that Jude can work the buttons on my iPad. I love that he walks over to the book shelf and grabs a book for us to read. He and Margot will have more opportunity to learn and explore than I had at that age. Just like my generation had more opportunity than my techno-terrified parents.
I’m worried though. The generation directly below me, the ones born in the 90’s, they don’t seem to see the need for things like books, outdoors activity or human interaction. There needs to be a healthy mix. As parents we can’t wait for a higher power to govern our children’s thoughts. We need to set the boundaries, we need to be the ones to put our phones away at dinner. We need to be responsible with technology, otherwise we will end up with a Terminator like situation.
I hope freezing my ass off is worth it.


*note: please forgive any spelling or grammar mistakes, my beautiful editor (wife) was not with me to make sure I don’t sound like an idiot. “Behind every great man…”


One thought on “It’s 5:30 in the morning and I’m waiting for an iPhone 6.

  1. We talked so much about whether or not we should allow iPhones in a therapy session…I always did because those kids born in the 90s really draw comfort from the internet-be it quotes they find on Twitter, pictures they find on Tumblr, etc. But you’re so right…what about the books?

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