Does your god answer your prayers? Do your children do what you ask? Do you feel heard at all?
This morning I explored my new zen happy place: I played with one of the boys’ remote control robots. Because…get this…it does whatever I tell it to do. I push the forward button and it goes forward. I push the backward button and…I swear…it goes backwards.
I love the thing. I fawn all over it. It listens.
And then something even more miraculous happened.
First, I asked. All I wanted was some Easter candy.
Please don’t let kids abandon poor, misunderstood licorice jelly beans this weekend. Stand for what’s right and send unloved candy to me.
— Christine Harkin (@naptimewriting) March 28, 2013
Then, an answer. From the goddesses of the blogosphere.
Not one, but two bloggers sent me bags of black jelly beans. Big, hefty bags full of jelly beans.
Seriously? I asked for something outlandishly weird and people took the time find, organize, and mail? I can’t even get my kids to put on their shoes when I ask nicely.
That, right there, is why people use social media.
Finally. Someone listens.
(Seriously, if nobody hears you today, get yourself a remote control robot and a Twitter account.)