Dear Mom on the iPhone at the park,
I know you probably don’t get much time to yourself. You came here to relax and get a break from your children and as they play, your face is buried in your phone. Maybe you’re catching up on the news or just indulging in some celebrity gossip but, momma, let me tell you what you’re not seeing right now: I just stole your purse.
It was sitting under the stroller next to you and you didn’t even notice as I walked by, pretended to tie my shoe, and took it.
Mommy, while you were tweeting or reading up on what your Facebook friends were doing, I stole your bag. I opened your wallet, looked through your receipts (you spend too much on ground beef, btw) and by looking at your driver’s license (that’s not your real weight- not by a long shot, mama, be proud of your body), found your home address.
Mama, I’m in your house. I’m standing in your living room. Why is this place such a mess, madre, why? So much clutter.
While you are sitting on the park bench, hypnotized by your phone and not pushing your child on the swings or making happy core memories on the slide, I am sad for your family. I am also going through your bedside drawer.This can’t be legal. Where do these balls go?
Mother, life is short. Our precious babies grow up so fast. Show them that they matter. Put your focus, your eyes, your hands (after you wash them because you are filthy and that drawer is a sin), back on what really matters.
Right now, you’re telling your children that BuzzFeed lists are more important than their tender, little hearts.
As I lie in your bed and make snow angels in your Egyptian cotton sheets, I know that when you conceived them in this very place that you loved them even before they had names.
Show them now by putting down your phone.
Mama, go throw some love on those babies right now.
I’ll be in the bath when you get home.
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