A friend shared this blog post on Facebook tonight and I welled up reading it: “How to Miss a Childhood.” I’m a recipe for disaster.
I’d love to say the only life I focus on is my IRL. But am 100% guilty of being addicted to my iPhone, the internet, my online life.
My iPhone is my camera, so I always have it on me to snap pics and vids of my sweet Maya to send my family … but I’m missing the moments. I’m missing the moments with my baby girl when I’m always with camera; I’m missing quality time with L when we’re both working/online on our laptops at night, side by side on the couch (not exactly romantic …).
And she is absorbing everything. Even as recently as a few weeks ago, her teachers wrote on her daily report card how Maya was vacuuming and talking on the phone. They wrote how adorable it was. I wanted to cry, realizing she had to have seen that somewhere … she’s a sponge these days. She mimics us sneeze, sounds we make, facial gestures, movements, even words (or attempts at them) … and she’s absorbing our actions. And my phone seems surgically implanted to my hand (snapping a pic) or up to my ear/face Skyping. I just can’t do it anymore.
It killed me to read this; I felt like it was written for me to read (I mean, literally, I know it wasn’t … but you know what I mean).
I don’t want to miss a thing. I’m already missing lots of things by Maya being in daycare; the least I can do is be present for my family. I owe them that much. And I owe it to me.
I can’t promise I won’t ever take pics, won’t check email, won’t Skype with my family once the work-day is over (part of my job is community management so I need to be online to some extent each evening monitoring spaces) but I’m going to do my best to limit it to after Maya is in bed and after L and I have had some time together.
How about you? Are you addicted to technology? How did you overcome it? Did the post resonate with you?