(I wrote this shortly after my first child was born. Seemed appropriate to share today, as I await baby number two.)
I had no idea it would be this complicated.
I know, I know: I signed up for this, I should have known what I was getting into. Hell, I’d even done the research, reading up online, getting friends opinions, interacting with different kinds just to see how it felt. But when it’s yours, it’s a brand new ballgame.
For years I railed against them. I’m older now. Things have changed. I’ve changed. And when it came time to take it home, I was not even close to prepared for it. This changes everything.
I’d heard from friends how much it changed their lives, the impact it makes on a daily basis. How it makes old things new again, how you are suddenly able to see things from a different perspective, with a new clarity and focus that wasn’t there before. Some things that were chores are suddenly fun, in ways you never expected.
They’d told me how much work it was, the need for constant vigilance, to protect something so incredibly fragile and delicate. You have to hold them the right way, make sure not to overstimulate them or wear them out, take care of them in ways you could never imagine until you have one at home with you.
But wow, the things you can learn from them! The amazing things they can do, even from day one. Sure, I’ve seen much of it before – on TV, holding my friends’. But it’s different when it’s yours; it’s both harder and easier – there’s nothing scarier than dropping one, but at least if you drop your own you have no one else to blame. If you drop a friend’s, well, it can really hurt your relationship. It’s not easy to build up that trust again.
I confess, I dropped one once. I hate admitting it, but it’s true. I’d never really held one before, I didn’t realize how delicate they were; I didn’t know all the rules. I was so lucky it was wearing some protective gear. I was mortified when I dropped the little thing, right on its face. I stood there, red in the face, petrified AND mortified. thankfully it was okay: Nothing broken, nothing damaged – except my pride. My friend, a real prince, forgave me. They’re tougher than they seem, he said.
And now, somehow, he’s got plans for a second one!
Re-upping? I don’t even know if I have it in me to even care for this one! Wow. That’s scary. I mean, they’re so expensive! And you’re tied down for long!
Even before we got this one we talked about holding off. Waiting on it. Seeing how things panned out before making locking ourselves in. But we went ahead and pulled the trigger, and our lives have changed forever.
For the better, of course. I love it, honesty. It’s tons of fun. It makes me happy. But the added stress is immense. There are so many things that can go wrong, and it’s exhausting to worry so much.
When I’m at work it can be hard to concentrate. I feel like I’m missing out. I want to see what else it can do, I want to stare at its gorgeous new face, I want to listen to the sounds it makes.
I never thought I’d be one to gush, and I’m sure in a little while I’ll be used to it; things will get old, it just won’t have the same shine to it anymore. After all, it hasn’t even been two months. But right now it is such a major part of my life, such a precious gift, that I can’t imagine spending a day without it.
And I definitely can’t bear the thought of going back to what I had before. Not a chance.
I know I sound ridiculous, going on and on like this. “It’s changed my life, it’s so amazing, blah blah blah.”
But trust me – the new iPhone really is incredible. I mean, the display just sparkles, and it moves like a bullet. I can’t recommend it enough!
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