It’s a monumental week at our house. My teenage son just got his first cell phone.
It was all my idea.
Just like it was my brilliant idea to let him get a Facebook page. Then, he was online, and I didn’t know who he was talking to, and I was all, “Why the heck did I let him set that account up?”
Prior to signing up the FB page, we went over all the rules of engaging in social media. All the rules I know of, anyway.
Last semester I tortured him with a webinar about internet safety. He snickered through the obvious reminders and looked like he was never going to forgive me for subjecting him to such torture. I’m sure he was just happy he didn’t have to look any of the other abused children in the face or talk to them ever again. Even though he complained a lot, I still felt like it was good to have someone other than me telling him how to be safe online. Plus, it was free and extra credit for his class. Yes, please.
We set up his FB account together, and went over all the privacy settings and so forth. Perhaps this is all helicopter mom-ish? I don’t know? I don’t really care. Then I threw him to wolves and panicked for days. What the hell was I thinking letting him set that damn account up? Just like that, he’s connected to the world.
He still has an account, and from what I can tell he’s pretty responsible with it. I creep his page a couple of times a week and there’s never anything exciting on there. So that’s good.
Then, I got this bright idea he should further be thrown into the world with the privilege of a cell phone. Now he texts his friends all day, and I have to wonder what they are talking about.
About five minutes ago hubs caught me reading his text messages and was all, “What are you doing?”
“Um, I’m checking to see if our child is behaving with his new found freedom. Duh.”
As he walked away laughing and shaking his head, I’m left wondering…
Is this normal behavior? Am I a psycho killer mom who should loosen up?
How do you monitor child’s cell phone? Facebook?
Do you monitor at all? Please tell me you do. If you don’t I might have a panic attack.
Please, school me.
Having teenagers is for the birds.