This year, back-to-school is looking a bit different for my boy. He's 12 now and going into grade 7. (I'm sorry, didn't you just learn how to walk?) Besides the usual backpack and school supplies, he also has a new cell phone. If you're thinking, "Oh my gosh, he's 12 and you're giving him a cell phone," I totally hear you. I'm a bit of an old-fashioned girl myself. I'm not ready for my child to be face-down in a cellphone for the rest of his days.
But I'm also a safety freak. There's a sculpture entitled "Worried Mom" that's modeled on my face. (Okay, not really, but that would be cool.) As a preteen, my guy craves independence, and rightly so. In order for me to give it to him, I have to reassure myself that safety measures are in place. If he's walking home from school or headed to the park with some buddies, a cell phone lets me keep in touch. I can find out where he is or tell him it's time to head home for dinner. It's more convenient (and less embarrassing for him) than me running to and from the park every 10 minutes.