My Wish

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Did you get a new gadget for Christmas?
I’m a big apple fan; iPhone, iPad, MacBook, and my newest Christmas addition: an Apple Watch. Most people who are around me call me, “the techie” because I always want the newest invention. They all seem like the perfect way to keep me in touch with all of my friends and family. Like most people, I don’t have family close so texting seems like the perfect line of communication. I can do all the other things I need to do and still have a conversation in between.

Going out to lunch or dinner with friends or family, I have my phone handy (owning several businesses some one always needs something) so that if anyone needs me they can text me.  This way they won’t disturb my time with whom ever I’m with.  I won’t have to pick up the phone and answer and have a long drawn out conversation I can just simply respond with a text.  I’m sure the people I’m with  see my sacrifice and appreciate just how important they are to me.  When I’m at home I even make sure I have one of my “gadgets” with me when I’m watching tv or just hanging out with my husband.  I can look up things on the Internet in between commercials or in between our chats  so I don’t have to leave the room entirely.  These devices have made life so much easier for all of us and communication is so much easier, so it has to be better.  I just can’t imagine anyone not feeling loved with communication only a finger tap away….right?

Earlier this week I read something that got me thinking.  One teacher had assigned her elementary class to write about one wish.

After dinner, this teacher started grading the papers while her husband was nearby playing ‘Candy Crush Saga’ on his smartphone, relaxing from a long day’s work.

When reading the last note, the wife started to cry with silent tears.

Her husband sees her crying and asked, ‘Why are you crying dear?  What happened?’

Wife: ‘Yesterday I gave homework to my students, to write something on the topic  of -My Wish-.

’Husband: ‘OK, but why are you crying?

’Wife: ‘Today while checking the last note, it makes me cry.’

’Husband curiously: ‘What’s written in the note that makes you cry?

’Wife: ‘Listen’

My wish is to become a smart phone.

My parents love their smart phones very much.
They care about their smart phones so much that sometimes they forget to care about me.When my father comes home from his office tired, he has time for his smart phone but not for me. When my parents are doing some important work and their smart phone is ringing, within a single ring they attend to the phone, but not me… not even…even if I am crying.

They play games on their smart phones but not with me.When they are talking to someone on their smart phone, they never listen to me even if I am telling them something important.

So, My wish is to become a smart phone.

After listening to the note her husband got emotional and asked the wife, ‘who wrote this?’.

Wife: ‘Our son’.

These “gadgets” we convince ourselves give us more time with the ones we love and are beneficial, but we have to get real and admit they are for our ease and even seem to cease the love among our family and friends

As a teacher and owner of a Private school I see children every day and they watch everything around them. They see things and feel things that become engraved in their hearts and minds. Children see and feel everything. As I always say “Your actions are so loud I can’t hear what you are saying”.  Our actions say so much.  We talk, play games, laugh, cry, ask questions, to a “gadget” but not to the children right in front of us as much as maybe we all could. I’m sure if one child feels this way then how about the others. How about our family and our friends?  I think it’s time to make a change, at least for me.

This is a powerful video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OINa46HeWg8

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Love,

Debi xo