Why I gave my 8-year-old a phone with no screen
The first morning my daughter walked to school on her own, I found three reasons to be standing near our front gate in Randwick when she left. Watering a plant that didn’t need it. Checking a letterbox I’d already checked. It’s a five-minute walk, quiet streets, one crossing with a lollipop lady at the end, and still my heart was up somewhere near my ears the whole way. I’d been putting off the phone conversation for about a year. Half the kids in her class had something by then, and most of it made me uneasy. I didn’t want to…
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