
I grew up in a world where phones sat on the kitchen wall, not in our pockets. Where we printed MapQuest directions, checked email once a day (if that), and boredom wasn’t something to be escaped with a quick scroll. Now, as a millennial mom raising four kids in the smartphone era, I’m reckoning with how radically different their childhood memories will be from mine—and how much my own attention has been stolen by the little screen I carry everywhere. This is the story of how I realized just how often I was reaching for my phone, and the system I’ve started using to reclaim my focus, my faith, and my life.
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