At the beach. I close my eyes. Face to the sun. I hear the waves crashing. Seagulls calling.

I note the sound of children playing. “Daddy, help me build a castle.” No response. I open my eyes. A little one, in solar protective swimwear, holds her pail in front of her. Sad face. Daddy sits in his beach chair, ear buds in, looking at his not-so-smart phone. My heart breaks for her.

I want, oh-so-much, to join her…to scoop her up, run down to the water and fill that pail. Pick up some shells and stones along the way. Come back and build a sloppy-but-magnificent castle in the sand.

I yearn to yank those god-awful earbuds from her ignorant father’s ears, take his phone and throw it into the sea.

Jesus, man! Don’t you see the magic in front of you?! This blessed child will be little for only so long! A blink of the eye! LOOK at her! Really SEE her! LISTEN to her! Hear the little voice that will all-too-soon be silenced in our so-called “halls of learning”. Teach her just how magical, how precious she is! Let her know: “Yes, Baby, I see you! I hear you! You matter to me, more than all the distractions of the world.”

Put away that little black box. Better yet, throw it into the sea. “Today I set before you Life and Death. Choose LIFE!”

For God’s sake, man, see the magnificence of the sun, sand and sea before you! Teach her about what REALLY matters!

Look at the sand! Do you see how tiny it is…one little grain of said? And all of these little tiny grains of sand make a BIG, BIG beach!

Fill that pail with water. Show her a drop. All those little tiny drops make a BIG, BIG ocean!

Look at the sky! What colors do you see? Are there clouds? Are there birds? Do you see that sparrow over there? What is a land bird doing on the beach? Crazy, right?

Oh, Baby…If I wouldn’t scare the hell out of you, I would hold you in my arms and tell you how wonderful you are. But I know it wouldn’t matter coming from me.

Wake up, man!

So, I close my eyes again, and I pray a little prayer…and I hope his battery dies.