
by Aja Dorsey Jackson
My 10-year-old has been begging me for a cell phone for what seems like five years now. For her eighth birthday I bought her the generic version of the Disney phone. It gave her the capability to call four people; her dad, my husband, my mother, and me. After the novelty of the phone wore off and she got tired of calling the same four people, incessantly I might add, she forgot about the phone, lost the phone, then found it but lost the charger so the phone permanently died. I marked this as the end of our conversations about her having a cell phone. She couldn’t keep up with the phone, so she wasn’t old enough to have one. The end.
Recently the cell phone conversation has started again. According to her, all of her classmates have phones (she’s in fourth grade), and not the baby phones, but real phones with texting capabilities. In my refusal to buy her a phone, I have now become the mean, old-fashioned mommy, which doesn’t bother me at all. I’m sure this isn’t the last time I will receive that label.
I’m not getting her a real cell phone. Not only is there the fact that she will lose it, there is no one that she needs to call that she can’t call from the house. I am torn, however, as to the appropriate age to revisit the issue.
When I was in middle school, back when none of my friends even knew what a cell phone was, the cool thing was to have your own phone line. When I got my own line, probably in the 9th grade, you couldn’t tell me that I wasn’t the hottest person on the planet. The problem is that looking back I can remember all of the trouble I got into even before I had my own line. I would turn off the ringer on the phone in my mother’s bedroom at night or call the time number so all I had to do was click over to avoid getting caught accepting a phone call after hours (teenage innovation is a dangerous thing!). I cannot imagine what my teen years would have been if instead of having my mother answer the phone and question a boy that sounded a bit too old, I could have had my phone in my pocket on vibrate. Although it is commonplace for kids to have cell phones these days, I question whether an eleven, twelve, or even thirteen-year-old is responsible enough to handle that level of freedom.
What do you think parents? Do your kids have cell phones? Do you monitor their calls? How old is old enough for a phone?
Aja Dorsey Jackson is a freelance writer and public relations consultant in Baltimore, Maryland. Find out more about her at www.ajadorseyjackson.com or follow her on twitter @ajajackson.