Confession from a Millennial Mommy


I have a confession…

I am addicted to my cell phone.

It is with me always, I am constantly checking it, and I panic at the thought of forgetting it at home. 

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How did this happen?

I did not grow up with a cell phone. The majority of my adolescence was spent without technology. I talked on a landline. In fact, I was thrilled when my parents finally bought a cordless phone. My Internet was dial up. When I did get my first cell phone in college, I had to pay for text messaging!

Yet, despite all this, I am addicted to technology and our children are growing up with even more access. It is always there. Technology sits with us at the dinner table, tearing us away from conversation. Its gentle glow tucks us into bed each night and its bright light awakens us each morning. There is a constant inability to disconnect, which worries me as my girls grow.

In middle school or high school, when I had a bad day, I could leave and go home. I could crawl into bed, turn on my Jewel CD (don’t judge), and wallow in all my teen angst. I was able to escape and step away from the situation. There was time to process feelings and even look at the situation from a different perspective. Most of the time, by the next day, everything seemed to a bit less traumatic. 

Today, that is not an option. It follows you. Between group texts and social media, there is no time to decompress. My daughters are always going to be connected. Friends and enemies alike can no longer be at arm’s length.  Small problems are magnified and hiding behind a screen makes it so much easier to say horrible things. Now I know I can set limits on screen and device time. I can take away cell phones before bed time, but I cannot erase what people say about my children on the Internet.  Despite all my efforts to shield them, they will still find it in the morning when they login. 

The question is, how do I protect them?

I cannot, but I can teach my daughters that what they type can hurt others. That if they would not say it out loud, then it has no business being posted. My goal is to teach my daughters to be kind and empathetic in all facets of life. If I am going to teach them how to interact with peers, then I am also going to have to teach them how to be kind in the world of social media. I guess if the world of technology is going to rapidly expand, then my parenting is going to have to as well. It may not be the perfect plan, but I can certainly try. 

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Darlene is your typical Rhode Islander – she’s never left. She grew up watching Paw Sox games, drinking Dels, and gives directions according to landmarks, most of which no longer exist. She did attend high school in Southeastern Massachusetts, if that counts as leaving, and traveled all the way to South County to attend University of Rhode Island. After four years, she left with degrees in both Elementary Education and English. After college she began teaching and eventually found a home in third grade. Third graders are inquisitive, beginning to exert their own independence, and constantly make her laugh. They put up with her quirky sense of humor and her sobbing throughout read alouds.
Darlene ended up marrying the boy she fell in love with in high school. She and her husband have two daughters, an energetic two year old and the sweetest seven month old. Most days are spent trying to navigate full time jobs, raising two young children, reading, and drinking coffee. She loves to be outdoors and hopes that her girls will love camping, hiking, and kayaking as much as she does.


  1. Great post. You might add, how important it is to make sure to put your kids above your addiction. Children are not stupid. They will see you check your twitface or your email. When your device pings or buzzes, don’t drop the kids and look. Accept that interruption for your own time and instead, savor your kids time with you, because you don’t get it back.

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