Showing posts with label peer pressure. Show all posts
Showing posts with label peer pressure. Show all posts

Monday, January 9, 2012

Blame it on the jeans

We finally broke down and got our middle-schooler a phone.  But not for all those reasons people suggest getting a 12-year old an expensive (I didn't even want to ask my husband how much it cost) toy with a monthly fee.  She might need to call me if I'm late picking her up: why, why would she need to call me?  I'm late - wait 'til I get there.  She may need to tell me her bus is running late: I'd figure that out when the bus didn't come.  She forget her homework/lunch: too bad, I don't deliver homework/lunch to school.  She needs to ask me something: she's in school she doesn't need to ask me anything.  I need to remind her I'm picking her up: by the time she gets my phone message, she'll be on the bus, so I call the school office, anyway.  She's finished practice early: wait, surely the adults in charge won't leave her by herself and, I'm sure they have their own phone to call me if needed.  Nope, I wasn't moved for any of those reasons.  So what was it, why did I decide to get her the phone?

When I was in middle and high school, the cool girls had designer jeans.  If they didn't, they had something else - LeSac purses or new sneakers or great neon off-the-shoulder sweatshirts, but mostly, they had the jeans.  I never had any of that stuff.  I know, poor me, right?  Could my parents afford them?  I don't know.  That was never the point - they just said they weren't getting them, I didn't need them.  I was never picked on or anything like that, but I still felt left out of the "look at my Jordache" conversations.  It didn't seem like a big deal, but since its still affecting my decision making almost 30 years later, maybe it was bigger than I thought.

So, because I never had a pair of Jordache jeans, we got our daughter a phone, and her dad being the tech-y, she's got a pretty cool phone.  And for good measure, my other daughter has a everything-but-a-phone device.  They're ever grateful to Santa, but they should be thankful to their grandmother, too.


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