We didn't want, we wanted to stay in us, but in the end we gave up and gave our daughter the phone. It's turned 13 years ago six months ago, and to justify ourselves a little bit, I'll say it's been the last of your class to get the phone. It is true that he was the last of the class. Our children lie from time to time, those of others never, that's what their parents say. This time it was not a lie, but it was the last of the class, we have seen it. We are like this, those who have to check what their children say, perhaps because we do, sometimes tell us lies.

After verification and before giving the phone, we have made a contract to agree or perhaps impose when and how it should be used. It has been difficult to reach agreement, but we think we all know that, but we do not know the customs of today's youth.

The first point of the agreement, and one of the most important to us, “I am not going to use a social network until we are at least 15 years old”, after some debates and despite the fact that the legislation was right for us, we have had to go overboard and abandon it. Teens today barely use Whatsapp to communicate, they say they do it via Instagram with photos. We have had a hard time understanding what it is to talk to photographs. The photos can only be seen once, but at all times they are taking pictures of everything to explain where they are and what the friends who are in the chat are doing. So the 13-year-old daughter already has Instagram, as he says himself. We didn't want it, but if we gave him the phone so that he wasn't the only one in the class, it happened to us that we had no solution.

After failure, we've gone down to the street and left the kids at home silently, thoughtfully. Are we doing it right? Always.

On the portal, however, before stepping down the street, we've seen the neighbor on the second floor. She's a very nice girl, a little generous, and she counts everything. We got along well.

About ten years ago, that girl ten years younger than us, when her wife and I found on the portal with her children on the beach and they watched with all the cubes, swollen, paddles and artifacts of the children, she, who then only had a towel on her back, told us that if any child had it would never go the same way to the beach, that is, with a towel. I remember that it didn't help us get the turtles out of the elevator, it was too young.

He now has three children, the three young. It was just from the supermarket. We did not ask him, but, following the interview, he told us that last year he had barely gone to the beach and that this year he has no intention, that it gives them a lot of laziness to go down with all the troubles. When they go down without disturbance, the children do not let them be calm and they are better at home. You don't want to go down to the beach for it. I didn't remember the interview we had about ten years ago. I have not reminded him, I am not so cruel. We have two, they three, maybe there's the difference between going to the beach or staying at home. My wife and I helped her with the grocery bags to get into the elevator from the portal, because she had too many things.

We have come down to the street with the concern of his daughter's phone and we have been reassured in some way by the girl on the second floor.

"They don't go to the beach," I told his wife.

"Already," he replied, smiling.

We have been silent. There was no need to prolong the conversation. That interview of ten years ago that we both remembered, we have talked about it several times.

We find it difficult to be parents, difficult, or perhaps impossible to maintain and carry out things we had very clear beforehand with our children.

Her daughter has a phone and urges, but at least we keep going to the beach.

Jabi Elorza Antia