I don't take my responsibilities in the driver's seat lightly, so I've learned to avoid the unforgiving cavities that have formed beneath the snow all winter, awaiting my aluminum wheels. The potholes I can't avoid - the ones causing all the rocky rides in my van these days - are the parenting variety.Being the mother of three teenagers, you might assume that I'm up to my steering wheel in teen angst, anger and rebellion, but I'm not.
No, the one at the heart of all the consternation (hers, not mine) is the 11-year-old - my "tween" - and the issue that has us haggling back and forth in a familiar dance of pleading and denial: cell phones.
Though my husband and I have maxed out our cell phone family plan at five, we're adamantly opposed to putting a cell phone into the hands of our sixth-grader. We much prefer she hold things that have more value - like, say, a book or a dog leash or a package of magic markers. Or, heaven forbid, a toilet brush.
The point is, we don't think our daughter's young life is lacking for want of a cell phone. In fact, we think her life is better without one.
To her credit, most of the time Amy is content to wait out her middle school years sans cell - just as her siblings did - until high school, the time we have deemed appropriate to arm our children with what we consider an electronic tether.
Unfortunately, because of the growing number of parents buying into the cell phone safety myth, Amy is among a shrinking minority.
Statistics vary, but appear to indicate that roughly half of children Amy's age now own cell phones. By the time she gets to eighth grade, she'll rightly be able to argue that "everyone" has one.
And the pressure to get phones for our kids is growing, emerging from (big surprise) the mobile phone sector, where industry experts suggest that bringing cell phones into the classroom will help improve the math skills of American school children. No, I'm not kidding.
Back to the van. At issue isn't the fact that Amy has no phone, but that the friends who have them don't play or talk to each other any more. They just stand in circles texting. Who? Why, each other, of course. Naturally, my daughter feels left out.