So much hype and uproar over such seemingly simple things.
On red cups...
Y'all know what red cups I'm talking about.
Not the red solo cups.
No. Not those.
The red coffee cups...
At a place that sells coffee...
You know the one...
Don't make me say it...
OK, fine Mom... ;)
It's the red cups at Starbucks.
Who the heck cares what color the cups are?!?
Or what is or isn't on them?
Isn't the reason anyone goes there simply to get a cup of coffee?
Or hot chocolate.
Or an iced latte.
Or a frappucino.
Or some other coffee beverage...
They have tea too.
It's not what's on the outside that matters.
It's what's on the inside.
On Christmas trees...
Being replaced by glaciers
(Which I thought looked more like igloos, to be perfectly honest, until my husband pointed out the error of my thoughts...)
It's a decoration.
I'm pretty sure the little children sitting on Santa's lap don't care.
Again, it's not all the outside stuff that matters...to them.
It's the big, jolly, bearded guy in the red suit on the inside of the glacier/igloo thing that matters...to them.
And oh my goodness...
The ridiculous traffic I was stopped in this afternoon, all because of a line of cars wrapped around the Krispy Kreme and backed up onto the street...probably all because of the "hot light now" (as we call it in our house because "someone" can't EVER say it correctly).
I'm pretty sure it was what was on the inside that mattered to EVERYONE that was causing that backup of traffic. Because there is NOTHING on the outside of the Krispy Kreme store that is of much that matters (although I could be wrong).
So I sit here and wonder why all the uproar and furor over red cups and Christmas trees being replaced by glaciers and hot doughnuts when I see so many things every day that should cause an uproar and traffic coming to a grinding halt.
Young children who are not ready to learn because of so much trauma that has already occurred in their young lives.
Families with no safe, stable place to call home.
Moms and Dads wondering how they will manage to get dinner on the table each night.
Orphans all over this world, both here at home and abroad.
My list could go on and on and on
And still on.
But those are just a few of the things that I see or hear about and struggle with deeply each and every day...
In my classroom
In my school
In my home
In my community
In my country
In my world
Some days, it makes me rant to my husband.
Some days, it makes me run until I can't run any more.
Some days, it takes my breath away.
Some days, it knocks me to my knees.
Many days, I feel so powerless.
And I think that's what the uproar and furor is mostly about.
It gives people a feeling of power in a world where they otherwise feel powerless.
But I can't join the crowd on this one.
Because of what I see and hear each day.
So forgive me if I don't care about the color of my coffee cup...
Or what Santa Claus is sitting beneath at the mall...
Or even the "hot light now."