Sit down, other moms in the universe. I got this one. This award is all mine. Mine, mine, mine.
Whoohoo!! My tween is happy with me! I rock!
(I'm doing that cheesy, happy dance that moms sometimes do when no one is looking. On the plus side, I am not wearing my mom jeans so it looks
Why is my tween happy with me and thinks I am the "best mom in the whole universe," you ask?
After years of pleading, begging, groveling, demanding, and more pleading, I finally gave my daughter her first cell phone.
Yes, it cost me an entire penny, but remember it is the thought that counts.
Mostly, it's my thought that counts and here is what I think:
My 9 year old did not need a phone even though she wanted one. My 10 year old didn't need a phone even though classmates had phones. My 11 year old didn't need a phone even though she insisted she was the only person on the planet who didn't have one. But my 12 year old needs a phone because I need her to have a phone.
Pretty simple logic, right? She is starting middle school and is already off and about an awful lot. I want to be able to contact her if needed, and I want to know she can contact me.
This phone is perfect, too. Just ask her. She'll tell you it's fabulous because it is red and she can text her friends and family. I'll tell you it's perfect because we didn't pay for the data plan so she cannot access the Internet and she cannot text photos. Also, the phone made my tween the happiest I have seen her in two years. We are both quite pleased with this red phone.
It took her all of 3 seconds to figure out all of the the phone features and lack of features. In the course of a few hours she had texted one friend over 53 times. I sure hope we invested in unlimited texting.
So today I get the Best Mom in the Universe Award. I've been told it won't last long enough to collect dust, but wow...what a moment!