So the time has come. It’s time to get my son a mobile phone.
A couple of years ago, a friend of mine said she was getting her son a mobile for when he started secondary school. I’d never considered it before, but that seemed pretty sensible. So that was my plan. But, actually, my son wants one for his birthday later this month, so that’s a result.
Yeah, I know, we DIDN’T HAVE THEM IN OUR DAY. But in our day we used to say ‘I’ll meet you outside Marks & Spencer’s at 11’ and we met them outside M&S at 11, come hell or high water. Now there’s just a vague ‘I’ll see you in a bit,’ followed by a phone call. And if anyone’s phone runs out of battery or they leave it at home – DISASTER!
There are kids in his class who have had phones for ages – he reckons since Year 2, but I think that’s a slight exaggeration. There are kids in his class who have BLACKBERRYS. Why would an 11 year old child need a Blackberry?!
Anyway, we’ve got to the point now where my son is going off places and I am starting to worry about him and wish I had a way to contact him. He’s just going into a different shop to me and then he’s gone two or three minutes later than I would like and I start to panic and wish I had a way to contact him. Yeah, I know, in a way my mum and dad weren’t able to contact me, but that’s not really the point, is it? We all have mobile phones now, it’s a very different world, and as he starts secondary school I think that’s the right time for him.
Recently, my son, daughter and I were in town and my daughter needed to go to the optician’s (as she does at least once a month!). My son hates the opticians, being the non-glasses wearer who has spent far too much of his life hanging around there, so I said he could go into WH Smith. We were in the opticians for a very short time and I realised we hadn’t actually arranged where we were going to meet my son – in the opticians or WH Smith.
I was all for waiting, my daughter was all for going and I just really, really wanted to phone him. My fear was that we would miss him – as the stairs going down are not next to the escalator going up and we could end up chasing each other backwards and forwards all day.
So the time has come. He needs a phone. Not a smartphone, just a basic phone for calling and texting at (hopefully) reasonable rates.
There are phones in Tesco for only £12! Personally, I don’t think he should have one quite as cheap as that – he has his image to think about (and I’m only slightly joking about that) – but my husband is all for it. If he loses it, it won’t matter. I’d go for a £30 or £40 model myself, it is his birthday present after all, but we need to do our research.
So my son will have his own mobile phone. Yet another sign that he is growing up. I won’t ever lose him or worry about him again. Well, maybe not, this is my son we’re talking about and that relies on him a) remembering to carry it b) remembering to charge it and c) not losing it.
We may have some way to go yet!