Monday, January 12, 2015

Dearest Father, You Aren't Listening.

Saturday night was a cold evening for our little family. My mother and I decided to have a girls' day and go shopping in Macon. We browsed the children's books in a used bookstore while Little Monkey played with blocks. We drove through town catching each other up on the latest happenings in our lives while the little man babbled about his many new life developments. 

We walked through Target and picked up a couple much needed and some not so needed items. We ate salads at Panera Bread while Little Monkey screamed from the high chair delighted at the world around him and hipsters glared at us from behind their iPhones. 

Finally, we headed over to the outdoor mall for some people watching and shopping. We unpacked a brand new umbrella stroller and tried to find some men with pocket knives to help us with the packaging. They were no where to be found. It made me miss The Big Dawg, not only would he have had a pocket knife, he would have fixed the stroller all up for us and carried our bags. 

We headed into a children's boutique and browsed the tiny shirts and pants. As my mom checked out, I wheeled Little Monkey around the displays race car driver style. We looked at each other in mirrors and danced to the music playing overhead. 

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a father, on his phone. He was scrolling, scrolling, scrolling. I recognized him from another store where he was also scrolling, scrolling, scrolling. His son looked up at him and stared at the back of his father's phone. His mom clicked through the hangers on the rack. I heard the son make a comment and the dad replied, "No, we won't do that because you haven't been listening." 

The father never looked up from his phone.

He didn't acknowledge his son. 
His son looked down at his feet.

Dearest father, you aren't listening. 

One day you'll miss this and I'm afraid your phone will be the only memories you'll have of your children.
Grateful Heart Linkup with Ember Grey   
Today I am grateful for a mother and father who gave me their undivided attention growing up. I'm grateful for a husband who is always there for me in times of need. I'm grateful for the little things in life and pray with a humble heart my eyes will always be opened to special moments happening around me. 

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