Wednesday, August 10, 2011
The sun was not up and shadows danced their final waltz as I flipped the light switch. “Ah coffee, I need coffee,” my first thought on any given morning. Something was different though, something was amiss; what am I not seeing?
As I poured in the water, I giggled at the additional shadows the light created for the final waltz. Patiently waiting by the door the girls began to do the, “Let me out, I have to pee dance” and I obliged them. As the door came to I again felt that tug, “Something was not right, something is amiss; what am I not seeing?”
I looked around to survey my surroundings. Yes, everything was in its place, nothing was disturbed; still a feeling of something not being right?
I sat down, flipped on the television and hoped the distraction would take away this feeling. What I found was my answer. Somewhere there is a family mourning the loss of a child because the child was being a child. Somewhere there is a family sad at the loss of a family member but comforted by the fact they did the right thing.
Everywhere children are becoming depressed because they cannot check their Facebook status and no a book or a set of art supplies will not entertain them anymore.
Everywhere children are enraged or as children have been for centuries just misunderstood. For it is not rage but fear that drives many of their actions.
I flipped the television off, realizing it was no distraction, only reality. The reality in the depth of sorrow and misunderstanding humanity is facing was just too much. The fact alone that MC Hammer pants are back was just too much to bear, “Coffee, I need coffee.”
I sauntered back to the kitchen still in a state of slumber, still reeling from my distraction, still feeling something was amiss.
I flipped on the light and the truly the light bulb hit me smack in the face. There in the light of the glowing bulb sat my girls looking back at me, “Yeah you have your coffee and then…. FIX this.”
I should have turned on the light on sooner. My dogs were looking at a bowl of and I had brewed a pot of hot water.