Couldn’t stand not to repost
A very nice story….and might happen around us 
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One day a teacher of a primary school asked her students to write an essay about what they would like God to do for them. Later in the evening while checking those essays at home, she came across one that made her very emotional. Her husband, who just walked in saw her crying, inquires: “What happened?” Handing over a sheet of paper, she answered, “Read this. It’s an essay by one of my students”
The essay: “I just want to live like a TV. Oh God, tonight I ask you something very special: Make me into a television. I want to take its place. Live like the TV in my house. Have my own special place and have my family around me. To be taken seriously when I talk . . . I want to be the centre of attentions and be heard without interruptions or questions. I want to receive the same special care that the TV receives even when it is not working. Have the company of my dad when he arrives home from work, even when he is tired. And I want my mom to want me when she is sad and upset, instead of ignoringme. And I want my brothers to fight to be with me.I want to feel that family just leaves everything aside, every now and then, just to spend some time with me. And last but not least make it that I can make them all happy and entertain them. Lord I don’t ask you for much . . . I just want to live like every TV.”
Having finished reading the essay, the husband gravely remarked: “My God, poor kid. What horrible parents!”
Tears rolling down her cheek, she looked up at him and calmly said: “That essay is written by our son!!!”
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Saat saya membaca cerita tersebut, saya merasa tersindir. Karena kadang saya lebih memilih menonton TV di samping Damian yang sedang asyik main mobil-mobilan. Atau saat Damian sudah mengantuk dan menarik-narik tangan saya untuk masuk ke kamar, kadang saya masih sepet-sempetin ngintip lewat pintu kamar, hehehehe….
Saya jadi mikir, jangan-jangan nanti kalau Damian dapat tugas membuat esai, dia akan menulis : “Saya Ingin Menjadi Blackberry” – karena itu yang pertama kali disentuh sewaktu bangun dan terakhir kali disentuh sebelum tidur oleh mama dan papa saya….karena saat menggenggamnya serasa dunia milik berdua….*sigh*
PS : saat menulis seraya berjanji, BB baru dipegang kalau Damian sudah tidur ajah, hihihihi…
semoga suamiku juga membaca posting ini
