A little girl came home from school with a drawing she'd made in class.She danced into the kitchen ,where her mother was preparing dinner.Mom,guess what ? she squealed waving the drawing .her mother never looked up.what? she said ,tending to the pots.guess what? the child repeated ,waving the drawings.what? the mother said , tending to the plates.Mom, you're not listeningsweetie,yes I amMom the child said you're not listening with your EYES
by Mitch Albom
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A little girl excitedly returned home from school, bursting to share her drawing with her mother who was busy in the kitchen. Despite the child's enthusiasm and repeated attempts to grab her mother's attention, the mother remained preoccupied with dinner preparations and did not fully engage with her daughter. This created a moment of disconnect between the two.

The child pointed out her mother's lack of attention, emphasizing that her mother was not "listening with your EYES." This indicates a deeper message about the importance of being present and attentive in our interactions with loved ones, even amidst daily responsibilities. This anecdote serves as a reminder of the need for genuine connection in relationships.

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