On Saturday, I did the unthinkable — I let my beloved iPhone die and I didn’t rush to charge it. For over eight hours, it was completely dead. If you know me personally, this is a huge breaking point for me. While some of you may be laughing, it’s true — my phone is pretty much my life line. I go crazy without. From keeping up with emails for work to social media, it’s always in my hand. But Saturday, while I was having a dance party mid-afternoon with my kids, I let go. I didn’t charge it. I didn’t worry about it. I just let go of it for the day and it felt amazing. Sad, right? The fact that I am literally writing a post about my relationship with my iPhone. And with that said, I’m thinking about divorcing it.

Here’s the thing — what did I do without it? Honestly, I miss those days when I actually had to check email only a few times a day or… wait for it… maybe just once. Shocking, I know. I miss it when I actually grabbed my DSLR camera to snap photos of Grayson versus filtering them in the latest app. I miss listening to what my kids are saying to me instead of “Oh, wait a second, I have to finish this email.” I miss it when you actually had to call someone and talk. You had to be intentional. No texting, no emails — if you wanted to talk to someone, you had to call. Or how about thank yous or birthday cards? Do you remember when you actually used to get thank you cards in the mail? I got one last week and I was shocked. It made me so happy that I wasn’t the only one that took three minutes to write a thank you, put a stamp on it and mail it. No more Facebook invites to your child’s first birthday — you have to mail those, too. I miss the days when we didn’t have to rely on technology so much that if it’s not working, our day is ruined. #firstworldproblems

It’s sad how cellphones have taken over our lives. I’ll admit it — they’ve made me less of a mother sometimes. And I will be the first one to admit it because my iPhone is part of my job. But, being a mom — it’s a bigger job. And I can’t believe I am the one writing this but — I’m over my iPhone. I want to disconnect. I want to be able to shut off my phone and breathe. I don’t want to miss those sweet moments, like Grayson showing off a new dance move or begging for my attention. I think it hit me last week during my daughter’s musical performance. As I was walking into her school, I got an urgent text from a client. My clients always are my top priority — always. But it was either miss my daughter’s performance or let my client wait it out.

It was like a scene in a movie. Cue the music. I had to decide between answering it, which most likely would have been time-consuming, or waiting. My husband gave me that look and I slipped my phone back into my purse, almost nauseated that I couldn’t answer. It was in that moment I realized, I needed to put down the phone — because divorcing my iPhone would make me a better mom.

Today, when my kids walk through that door, I’ve made a vow to myself to put down my phone. I plan to hide it in my drawer in my bedroom so I don’t even get a chance to look. It’s going to be hard. It’s going to be one of the hardest things I’ve ever done — to let go. But you know what? Those text messages, emails, Instagram notifications — they can all wait. But my kids, they can’t. And they are growing up so fast, I just can’t bear to miss another second.