Last week my daughter turned 9. She told all of her friends that she wanted an Apple gift card for her birthday so that she could buy her own iTouch.
This, despite the fact that she has a Kindle Fire which is a MUCH better form factor for an internet enabled device that is not also a phone.
Sadly, this fact is not marketed to 9 year olds.
Thankfully for me my daughter did not receive the requisite number of gift cards (and associated CASH VALUE) to actually buy the iTouch - yet. However, it's only a matter of time.
Tonight, as we she talked about how AWESOME it was going to be when she got it, I reminded her that she will not have any "Public" accounts like instagram, Twitter, Facebook, etc until she is older. And, I mentioned in passing, of course I will be able to monitor her internet usage and texting.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?" she asked.
"I won't read all of your texts." I told her, but I"ll have access to them.
"To protect you."
"Don't you trust me?" she asked.
I mean, I sort of trust her. I trust her to WANT to do the right thing but I won't let her carry the burden of having to make the right decision alone. I want to be her scape goat - the person she can blame when she's facing peer pressure.
My IDEAL situation is that when she's in a situation she doesn't know how to stand up to, she can take a deep breath, breathe easy and say, "I can't do that. You KNOW my mother will kill me."
And when her friends say, "You're right. Your mother is a BITCH."
That is my finest moment.