31 Days I Wish You’d Stop Saying: Day 7 “Don’t Text and Drive.”

“Don’t Text and Drive.”

I have a better suggestion.  Don’t text and do anything else.  Ever.  If you feel the need to text, it should have your whole attention. Don’t text and drive, eat, walk, talk, or care for young children.

We were transitioning our family from home-schooling into private school.  I took a job at a little Classical school to help with tuition where all of my children were enrolled. I was teaching kindergarten-first grade.  One of my students, we will call her Hannah,  was struggling with math.  My class and the preschool class were at recess and Hannah’s dad texted me. “Mrs. Amerine, can we set up a conference time?”  About the same time, I got a text from my husband.  He said, “Hey, want to grab lunch?”  I sent “Yes.” as one response… And then I sent this : “Sure thing baby!  I don’t have much time.  Meet me at the Deli on South 14th at 12.  Order for me.  I want a turkey club, lightly toasted, no mayo, and a diet coke.  Don’t sit next to the door because I have on that short skirt you love and it’s cold out. Can’t wait!”

A few moments later I got this response…

“I am not comfortable meeting you alone for lunch without my wife.”

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I have no words for the humiliation.  I have to walk away from this blog, just the memory of that moment…talk amongst yourselves while I cry and take a Xanax.

I am back.

Texting is taken too lightly.  Our smartphones are making idiots of us.  We shouldn’t text and drive.  It’s not fair to anyone around you.  And it isn’t possible to drive and text safely.  And it occurs to me, I shouldn’t be doing anything at the same time I am on my phone.  My phone is taking too much of me.  And so I go before the Lord with this.  My brain is a house divided.  I wasn’t well liked as a child.  I actually had undiagnosed learning disabilities that made me a less than wonderful student.  At the time, that translated to a behavior problem although, I don’t recall misbehaving.  We moved a bunch so I had few friends.  In high school, we moved twice. I had a really good friend, Becky, who sought me out, sitting alone, and took me under her wing.  The second move was my sophomore year.  We moved to Texas and the school I attended was small.  About 100 kids per grade level.  The majority of these kids had been together since kindergarten.   The new, tall, blonde girl doesn’t make friends with other girls easily. Especially when the girls are already very close to each other.   The boys? That is another blog or book series. (Sigh)

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I felt left out most of the time. I remember sitting alone at lunch and  that was humiliating to me.  When I graduated from high school (by the grace of God), I met Lisa.  Lisa loved me.  She thought I was funny and she couldn’t wait to introduce me to all of her friends.  I experienced, for the first time, what it was like to have a “gang.”  And then she graciously introduced me to her cousin, a hotty “grown up” in wranglers with a mustache and legal I.D. He was 22 and I thought he was wise for his years.  I liked him so much, I married him.  And we lived happily ever after.  We settled in this area and we have community and people that love us, champion us – a gang.  They are there for us when we are in need.  I love that.  But…

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The wounds of a lonely, outcast linger.  And in the last few years I realize I am trying to bandage those wounds with my smartphone.  Constant texting means I am engaged in a social outlet.  Facebook “likes” mean that my “friends,” think I am funny.  My friends, albeit I don’t really know but 1/10th of them, like me.  They really like me!  Finally, I am liked.  And so I check my smartphone constantly to see who likes me now!  And then I check my blog and someone just called me smart!  And that doesn’t happen very often, you’ll learn why eventually.  And I want some more people to call me smart!  And I want to tweet stuff and get followers.  (This isn’t working, I don’t get twitter.  It’s not enough words.)  So I go back to Facebook!  And there I am “Liked.”  And in the process I am glued to my smartphone.

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The tragedy of this is I am “Liked” more by my Father in Heaven than anyone on earth can like me.  He affirms me, and laughs with me, and gives me more “Likes” than I could hope for.  I wish I had known I wasn’t alone at lunch all those years.  I wish I didn’t feel the need to stare at a screen.  I wish my brain wasn’t a house divided.  But I will not grow in wisdom or glory to Him unless I put my phone away.  Today I hope to check with Him to see if he likes what I am up to.  And instead of  updating my status for the world’s approval, I hope I will update my status with Him first.  I hope that I will make good decisions, and keep my eyes on the wheel and the prize, instead of getting lost in seeking the approval of man.   Be blessed and watch where you are going!  May your floors be sticky and your calling ordained!  Love,  Jami  P.S.  ILYSM  BFFS

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May the favor of the Lord our God rest on us; establish the work of our hands for us — yes establish the work of our hands.  Psalm 90:17

About jamiamerine

I am a wife, mom, & seeker of joy! I love to share funny and inspirational tales with my fellow moms. I fully believe that God intended laughter to be a form of rest and worship. I have a few kids. I have a few years on me. I have a great husband. And I love to laugh. I studied home economics in college, I can cook just about anything, but do not ask me to sew. In my graduate work I studied education and human development, I consider my life continuing education, my children are my ongoing thesis. If they survive that, I will let you know! I write non-fiction for laughter, respite, and inspiration. I also am in the process of submitting my first fiction mystery and have two more in the works! Mom life is hard work. My prayer for my readers is that, even if it you just have five minutes, you can be inspired and encouraged today. Keep it short and sweet... rest in Jesus girlfriend.
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14 Responses to 31 Days I Wish You’d Stop Saying: Day 7 “Don’t Text and Drive.”

  1. Teresa says:

    Sounds like something I would do! Thank you for all you share. I like you♥️

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  2. Heather says:

    My husband drives truck and was gone overnight. I happened to wake up one night around 12:45a.m. and felt the need to call him and say good night and I love you again…scrolled down to his name on my call list and pushed it. Phone rings and a foggy voiced, sleepy sounding guy answers ‘hello?’ Hey honey, I just wanted to say goodnight and I love you…silence…then ‘huh???’ Not quite catching on to the feeling that this didn’t sound like my spouse I repeat–just wanted to tell you I love you. ‘Ummm…we love you too…is everything ok?’ At this point I am starting to get the vibe that I might possibly have called the wrong person. I look at my phone screen and it does not say ‘hubsters cell’…it says my friend Angela who I talked to right after my husband a few hours earlier! Thankfully it was dark and I was alone so no one could actually see my embarrassment. So I said..tell Angela I will talk to her tomorrow! Sorry for the misdial…as he dies laughing. So yes, I agree…our smart phones make us dumb sometimes! Thankfully it was a close friend who still likes me even though I told her husband I loved him at 1 a.m.😋

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  3. Sue Beth says:

    Wow, I so agree,

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  4. Jami,
    I don’t think you actually issued a formal challenge, but I accept anyway. I’m guilty in all points and desire everything you summarized in that last paragraph. I’m going to stop seeking affirmation and approval from my smart phone.
    I love your humility but you are smarter than you think,
    Lorraine

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  5. Bethany says:

    This is so good and yes I relate to all the smart phone stuff but I also relate to a lot of your story. My dad was in the army and just recently retired. So I moved a ton growing up and went to three different high schools. The sitting alone at lunch and going to a small school where everyone had known each other since Kindergarten? Oh yes, I’m familiar with both of those scenarios. I too wish I had known I wasn’t really alone all those years ago! Thanks for your words of wisdom. xoxo

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  6. Renee says:

    Texting your student’s parent where, when and what for lunch was hilarious! That is terrific. You have a good sense of humor, but you limit yourself with all your rules. I love nick names, not following uninforced rules, sitting by myself, and proving to myself and all witnesses I am as far from perfect as the east is to the west. You are a talented writer, with a quick wit. I would check your book out from the library (I am savy). You must have been taught to follow tradition very strictly while growing up. I suggest you question those traditions and, also sex, poop, and naked babies are a part of life, not some forbidden, never to be discussed topics. (I haven’t pooped yet today) jic ywi (just in case you were interested) I love making up acronym s too.

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    • jamiamerine says:

      Bless. My daughter, Mary Margaret aka “Maggie”, and I are cracking up… See you at the library! My parents were hippies – no rules. Like me on Facebook and message me. I think you need my new t-shirt… I see naked people. ❤️

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  7. Donna MartinWarren says:

    When did I quit worrying about my boys ‘drinking and driving'(or drinking period)and start the mantra- don’t text and drive? I am shamed.

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  8. Pam says:

    Jami, thank you for being so real-esp. about your school days. I can relate a lot. Not only struggling regarding friendships but also dealing with undiagnosed ADHD. I was a 70’s kid and I don’t remember even hearing the term back then. I just discovered your blog a couple of days ago and love it. 🙂

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