The other day I went to the beach for a couple of hours. Stopped at the store. Went home. Somewhere along the way I realized that I didn’t have my cell phone with me. I realized it with a brief thought that came and went with no concern.
Hallelujiah! I have detached from my cell phone!
When my boys were active in their addiction, I might as well have had that phone sewn onto my skin; I never let it leave my hands. I was too worried I’d miss some all-important call. Every call and every text seemed to carry life-and-death potential. Of course I was exaggerating the urgency of it all, but clearly I wasn’t in control
Anyone else need a cell phone-ectomy? Try it one day. Tell it how much you care, and then leave it home. Detaching with love.
One Mom Talking: The ongoing story of one mom, three teens, and heroin. 
I would LOVE LOVE LOVE to detach, but still got little ones 😦
One step at a time, my dear. One step at a time 🙂
I am still clinging to mine but check this out….I can leave it upstairs when I am downstairs without freaking out. I still have a long way to go.
My son has plugs but if he ever got the holes as big as the ones here I would cut his ears off.
Not really, but I’d want to.
LOL – Barbara, your sense of humor brings me joy! Neither of my boys have done anything to their ears. I am grateful for small favors! I think going downstairs and leaving the phone upstairs is very commendable. Bravo!
I wish it could be easy. Sadly most of us don’t have that option. 🙂
I know. It’s not easy and for some, not possible. Please know my heart and prayers are with you. I feel grateful for the current health of my family. I also know it’s still one day at a time for all of us. God bless you.