I was reading over my journal entries from this year and found this in August about my son:
He drew a picture of us eating breakfast as a family outside and I almost cried. He drew the details of his milk cup, my coffee cup and glasses, Mom’s banana, and butterflies on our wildflowers. It was sweet.
(These are details that are all the same almost daily. Features of the breakfast scene in our back yard.)
When I told him how much I loved it and held it up for him, he said, “Oops! I forgot to draw the phone.”
He’ll never know what life looked like when phones always before us, and while I can’t change that and am not totally sure it’s a bad thing, it makes my heart sink.
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