A few weeks ago, we were out to dinner as a family.
One kid was on his phone, texting friends.
The other kid was on his phone, too, checking for Pokemons. (He said that the plural of Pokemon is still Pokemon, but I’m not sure whether to believe him.)
Then, I got on my phone to check the weather.
My boyfriend had had it.
“Maybe we should all put our phones away,” he said, very nicely.
Sheepishly, we all did.
When I was growing up, we didn’t have electronics at the dinner table. We talked to each other (insert gasp here). We sometimes argued with each other. We laughed, joked and enjoyed each other.
We need to get back to that.
This year we’ve been trying electronic timeouts. It was nerve-wracking at first, but then we realized it was fine not to be holding the phone at all times, that people who “needed” us could wait an hour or two, and that we really ENJOY each other’s company.
So, maybe, just maybe, try putting all your phones far, far away during dinner, for an hour afterward, or for a pre-set time when you can just be together.
It’s pretty nice.