Texting while Teeter-Tottering (And Other Good Ways to Lose Your Balance)

I grew up on a state park, which was a bit like having an enormous playground in your backyard.

Which, technically, we did.

My brother, Jake, and I outside the park museum.  We dressed up for the occasion.

My brother, Jake, and I outside the park museum. We dressed up for the occasion.

That was back when teeter-totters were fun.

Excuse me. Let me rephrase.

That was back when teeter-totters were terrifying.

I have vivid memories of clinging to my end of the seesaw while some big kid on the other (aka one of my brothers) ignored my pleas to get off.   

Back then the teeter-totter engineers (who were most certainly men) did not have good, safe fun in mind when they constructed those things.

If you managed to hold on even when your partner on the other end “accidentally” hopped off while you were still six feet up, then you most certainly suffered major spinal damage when you hit the ground half a second later.

Riding a teeter-totter was a lesson in fear, stability and learning to speak up for yourself.  

If you didn’t, your sweet little life, quite literally, hung in the balance.

But have you been to a playground lately?

The new engineers and engineerettes have safety-fied the snot out of those teeter-totters.

They’re pretty much a waste of good playground space now.

Even my Christian gets quickly bored with them. (And this is the kid who is still a little bit nervous around his stick horse.)

But he really is quite manly otherwise. See? He even hammers the grass.

But it’s a shame, really.

Instead of finding a middle ground on teeter-totter design, they took out all the fun and exchanged it instead for something on the extreme end of pointlessness.

 (And playgrounds and kiddos worldwide have suffered for it.)

We’ve gotten all off balance on things, it seems.


Speaking of balance, I realized that I had lost mine this weekend.  

It all started when I found myself wondering if there was an app that timed how long a person spent on Facebook each day.

Which, of course, is ridiculous because who in the world would want to know that?

(And I checked, by the way. It doesn’t exist.)

I’d like to say that it wouldn’t matter to me because I don’t spend much time on Facebook or texting or the Internet, but, come on, let’s be honest here.

I wouldn’t want a timer on it.

Now, let it be known, I don’t believe there is anything intrinsically wrong with texting or piddling on Pinterest or Facebook or Fill in the Blank with your particular favorite form of social media.   

If scrolling through pictures of what someone else is having for dinner or clicking on an “Amazing!” link about how to slice cherry tomatoes faster makes you happy, then that’s fine. No harm done.

But let’s be hypothetical here.

If “checking” Facebook means I’m staring down at my phone so much that I miss seeing Edy finally execute a cartwheel, then I have chosen poorly.

And if I’m having a real conversation with a real person on a real phone and I’m checking my e-mail at the same time, then I have gotten off track.

If I put off snuggling Hattie, or pretend I don’t see Christian clutching Goodnight Moon and baby talk begging me to read it (again) or ignore my just-walked-in-the-door-from-work husband because I’m texting then I have teetered off balance.


And here comes the part that really makes me wish I didn’t write a blog for all the world to see…

I am 100% guilty of every single one of these “hypotheticals”…in the last 24 hours.

Yep, Wife and Mother of the Year. Right here.

And what’s really sad?

I would have told you that I didn’t have a problem.

But, folks, anytime I choose Facebook life over real life, e-mailing over listening, sending a text over loving on my family, then I have a problem.

My life and my priorities have gotten out of balance.


A couple of summers ago, while I waited outside the restrooms at a mall, I watched a little boy.  He was also waiting outside the restrooms, probably for his mom. She had given him money to ride on one of those mechanical cars that, for a quarter or two, will occupy a child for about two minutes.

For some odd reason, she had also given him her cellphone.

So while the car jerks him back and forth, plays music and sounds sirens, the kid is hunched over in the little driver’s seat, completely oblivious to it all because he is playing on Mom’s phone the entire time.

It was really funny and terribly sad.

The kid paid for the ride, sat there right in the middle of it, but completely missed it all.

For  a cellphone.

That his mom had given him.

We are teaching our kids to be off balance too. 


The extra scary thing is, if you have young’uns right now, like me, then you and I are raising the first generation of human beings who have, since birth, watched mom and dad constantly fiddle on their phones.

And because they are the first generation, we do not yet know what the long-term effects our social-media obsession will be on their precious lives.

Our children are the guinea pigs.


There should be warning signs ahead.


I took Facebook off my phone this week.IMG_0554

I’m not getting off completely (as you may well have noticed, since most of you probably clicked a link on Facebook to get to this blog post.)

But my tendency to stand in my kitchen and stare at my phone has gotten out of hand.

I’m tired of missing the ride.

I’m tired of letting the wrong things distract me from the best things. Too many times I’ve exchanged the fun of my life now for something as pointless as a Facebook feed.

I’ve gotten off balance and have possibly gotten my kids off balance too.  

It’s time to get things steadied.

Besides, I’ve got cartwheels to watch.


What about you? Have you ever caught yourself getting off balance? (Somebody, please tell me you can relate!) How did you get back on track?

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  1. Angela said:

    I’m not sure I’d say I’m walking the straight and narrow when it comes to social media but I did take face book off my phone months ago and haven’t missed it…. I do need to monitor my internet time when my kids are awake though. I might start setting a good old fashion timer! Oh how our children will one day make so much fun of me :)Love you Hannah and your very transparent heart!


    1. Hannah Post author said:

      I think Facebook is especially alluring to me because it makes me feel less “isolated” from the outside world. However, I can’t think of anything much more isolating than staring down at a screen while the three amazing little humans that God has given me are wanting me to play with them nearby. It amazes (and saddens me) that I would ever choose a computer over their (or anyone else’s) company. What a waste that would be!


  2. Natalie said:

    Thank you for this post! I’m so incredibly guilty of this and even when I try to be better, I always get sucked back in.


    1. Hannah Post author said:

      Oh my. How I can relate, Nat. But, thankfully, we don’t have to beat ourselves up over this. When we mess up (again), we can always start fresh tomorrow. Thank goodness God’s mercies are new every morning. 🙂


  3. noah said:

    Nice! I’m so happy that you’re sharing this with the world. It needs it.


    1. Hannah Post author said:

      Thanks, Noah. And thanks for reading. 🙂


  4. Andrea Garrison said:

    Wow, this is awesome! Thank you for sharing, I have been struggling with out of balance and have been facing some of these same things. When getting a new phone just a few weeks ago I chose not to have face book on my phone. I find it sad to see so many parents with there face down on their phones when there is so much their children are learning and doing and it passes them by and they are not seeing the milestones that their children are going through. The world needed to hear this message.


    1. Hannah Post author said:

      I agree, Andrea. This is a hard one to implement in our lives, but we all sure need it. Good for you in making the decision not to put Facebook on your phone. You won’t regret it.


  5. Alan said:

    The importance of this is highlighted in light of the tragedies this weekend (just one example, the Smith family in central Arkansas losing both of their sons in the tornado). Tomorrow’s not guaranteed…If you miss that cartwheel today, you may not have them to see them do it tomorrow.


    1. Hannah Post author said:

      I know, Alan. I really debated posting this blog in light of all that happened this week. This just seemed like such a trivial issue in comparison with losing your home and family in a storm. But, I think maybe God is using these together to wake us up. At least that’s what He seems to be doing with me. Thanks, as always, for reading and commenting. 🙂


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