I received a watch for review. No other compensation was received. All opinions are my own.
Scene: A normal day in the FiddleDeeMe household. Typically the front yard or dining room table.
Husband: “Do you know what time it is? We have practice at 3:00 and still need to pack up their stuff.”
Me: “Let me check.” (pulls out cell phone, glances at time but proceeds to look at every notification bubble on the screen. Puts phone down.)
Husband: “So? What time is it?”
Me: “Oh, oops. I forgot. Hold on.” (pulls out phone again, mumbles time to husband, checks new notification)
Husband: “Could you maybe put the phone down for a minute and focus?”
Me: (shamefully puts phone away, still doesn’t remember what time it is)
That scene happens with my husband or, even worse, my children at least once a day. I am a habitual notification checker. If I see that little red bubble or text on my home screen, I have to check it, even if I’m only supposed to be glancing at the time. I must make those notifications go away. I know it drives my husband crazy and it makes my kids feel like I’m not really paying attention to their questions, but I do it anyway. All they want is to know what time it is and all I’m doing is wasting time.
And while those “just a seconds” may not seem like much now, those seconds turn into minutes, which turn into hours, which turn into my babies growing up overnight. It may sound a bit melodramatic, but I can’t help but feel like I’m setting the wrong example for my children. Something as simple as answering their question of “what time is it” without burying my face in my phone could make a big difference to them. It lets them know I think their question is important, that their time is important.
(Bonus points to anyone who gets the above photo reference)
I used to wear my grandmother’s vintage watch every day. When I wore the watch, I didn’t need to take out my phone to see what time it was. I didn’t need to have my phone at my side “just in case” I needed to see what time it was. I felt a little more connected to the people around me and a little less connected to my digital world. Eventually, the watch stopped working and I was too nervous to take it to a dealer to have it fixed. It belonged to my grandma and I couldn’t let it out of my site. So I stopped wearing a watch and went back to my bad phone habit.
And then I received a watch from the people at JORD. It was almost like a sign; something telling me to dig myself out from under my bad habits. I decided I was going to go back to wearing a watch again. Every day. I would leave my phone upstairs when we were home or in the car when we went out. If I needed to know the time, I could glance at my watch and be done. No more “just a second” that turns into five minutes of me clearing notifications and forgetting why I looked at my phone in the first place.
And while I’m still not completely broken of my phone habit, I am saying “just a second” a lot less. I’m having my daughter look at my watch to help her learn to tell time (sidenote: maybe phones are the reason my kid still hasn’t learned how to tell time at school.) I’m remembering that time is to be cherished, not wasted.
I’m watching my children grow up more and my phone notifications less.