One evening, while a teacher sat grading her students’ homework, her husband was beside her, completely immersed in his phone — scrolling, tapping, chuckling, totally glued to the screen.
She worked her way through each assignment until she reached the final one. As she read it, her hands began to shake, and tears welled up in her eyes.
Her husband noticed. “What’s wrong?” he asked gently.
She struggled to keep her voice steady. “I asked my students to write a piece titled ‘If I Could Be Anything…’”
He nodded, curious. “Okay… and?”
Still shaken, she looked at him and said quietly, “I just read this one.”
His smile faded. “What did it say?”
She read the words aloud:
If I could be anything, I’d be a smartphone.
Because my parents seem to love their phones more than anything.
They hold them close.
They never ignore them.
They light up when the phone makes a noise — but not when I speak.
When it needs charging, they plug it in right away.
But when I need them, I’m told to wait.
There’s always time for a screen… not always for me.
That’s why I wish I could be a phone —
maybe then, I’d matter too.
The room fell quiet. Slowly, her husband set his phone down. And in that stillness, something shifted.
A gentle reminder:
Technology can enhance our lives — but it should never replace real connection. Your child doesn’t need the newest gadget or a spotless house. They need your time. Your presence. Your eyes looking into theirs. To them, you are the world. Make sure they feel it.
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