Screen Time Limits :: For Mom

Our kids know their screen time limits better than we do, amiright?!

But let’s talk about screen time limits for mom.

About a month or two ago when Covid started another surge, I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t take the for and against or the really for or the really against. I couldn’t take my own opinions, if I’m honest.

Social media was draining me in a way it never had before. I would trash a whole day by accidentally mindlessly scrolling and coming across something I didn’t need to see. I was irritated with everyone and with myself. And more than anything, I was scared.

I’ve considered going off of social media before. And I’ve attempted it here and there. But because a large portion of my professional life requires at least some social media time, I never really could make it happen. But I decided that it was time. I told myself that I was doing everything I knew I could do to keep my immediate family safe. I was doing the best I could do. And no social media would change that.

So, I turned on the Screen Time feature on my iPhone. I allotted myself 20 minutes of screen time a day. I typically hop on in the morning while I drink my coffee. I accomplish anything that needs to be done and check any alerts or messages that I need to. Then I get off. And I only get back on if something “needs” to be done. But the apps won’t open without me consciously telling them to now.

No more mindless scrolling.

And somehow I’ve gotten into a competition with myself to lower my weekly numbers. Now I want them to be as low as possible.

I am certainly less informed. I have no idea what cookies Caroline’s Cookies has this week (but I wouldn’t be able to get my hands on any anyway 🤪). But really — I know I’ve missed things I’ve wanted to see — like birthday pictures and selfies. But I’m more relaxed. I’m getting more accomplished. And I’m less afraid. I’m doing everything I can do. And that’s the best I can do. Amen.

Rebecca Autin
Rebecca is an attorney by day and a toddler wrangler by night. She is a product of divorced parents and grew up in both Thibodaux and Franklin, Louisiana. Rebecca attended Loyola University of New Orleans and Southern University Law Center. Rebecca married her high school bestie in 2012. Quinton and Rebecca went through months of infertility before giving birth to Maxwell Lincoln in 2015. In 2016, they were surprised by a baby boy due in June 2017. But, in February 2017, they suffered with incompetent cervix and delivered sweet Theodore Paul too soon. In October 2018, after an incredibly difficult pregnancy, a cerclage, and a whole bunch of bedrest, Fitzgerald Joseph was born -- a happy, healthy, and perfect rainbow. If you can't find Rebecca, you can summon her with pot of freshly brewed coffee or look for her in Target or behind the kitchen island where she is hiding from her kids with a very generous pour of red.


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