Of course I answer my daughter’s cell phone. Why deprive a young man of that moment we all feared as boys when the girl’s dad answered with “This is her father. Who’s this?”
Getting privacy on the phone when I was a teen was simply not even an option. We had one phone upstairs in the hallway and one downstairs in the foyer. That was it. No cordless, no cell, no freedom. And it was a family phone. So when someone called, they knew just about anyone could answer it.
The same was true of the girls I called. RARELY did she answer it. Typically it was a sister or brother who would yell my name out for their entire house to hear. Or even worse. You got the dad. “She’s busy. Who’s this? What do you want?”
This entire concept of kids having privacy at the age of 12 with their cell phone is lunacy if you ask me. The more I think about it and the more I catch my daughter upstairs in her room by herself for hours on her phone, the more I think back and realize this is a simple answer. “Yes, you can have a phone. But it stays downstairs and any of us can answer it for you.” Let their friends know we’re watching and paying attention and still in charge. And above all remind them that they’re part of a family who cares about them and who they hang out with.