Picture of Madeline circa January 2010.
Excuse me.
Dragging soap box from the corner of the room.
Dusting it off.
Climbing on.
On Mother’s Day last Sunday night, the kids took me out for dinner.
During our meal, we talked.
Interacted.
Had eye contact.
Smiled.
Laughed.
Shared moments.
And food.
Most important? We connected.
While we were at the restaurant, we noticed two tables near us. One table was a husband and wife and their four girls. During the entire meal, the husband and wife were on their phones. Texting. Showing each other things on their respective phones. Their faces illuminated by the digital glare. All while their children sat in front of them. Little interaction between the parents and their children.
Another table near them. Husband. Wife. Three teenagers. The middle teenager and the Mom were on their phones the entire time. Barely looking up to put food in their mouths.
Stuff like this drives me crazy.
And I vented about it. Quite a bit.
Drives me crazy.
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