The other day I posted the article, “Remember to Just Breathe Mommas.” (You can read it by clinking on the link) In that post, I described how miserable I was feeling as I watched my family continuously zone out into our screens. There we were, sitting, scrolling, staring, (in some case all three), like mindless zombies addicted to the shiny bright blue light. It sickened me.
Yesterday I had one of those days where my spirit felt heavy. Everything seemed more cumbersome than usual. I was sharp and short with my responses. I apologized for it more than once. My mind felt like a spinning top, racing in the fog I couldn't make sense of what it was trying to say.
As I was out running errands I watched a young girl, around the age 5 scream that she wanted the toy. Her Mother told her No. Of course, she began to cry and scream that she wanted it. You could see the instant stress on the mother's face as her child threw a fit. I kid you not the women picked up the child and gave her the toy. Instantly the tears were gone from the little girl and a huge smile on her face. Later, I watched them check out and go on with their day.
As a kid, we ate most of our dinners at the counter in the kitchen. While we ate Wheel of Fortune would come on. Every night. As we ate we would try to solve the puzzle before my Dad who was notorious for knowing it with only a few letters. As I grew older my Mom and I would admire all the gowns that Vanna White would wear as she happily turned the letters. Well, Wheel of Fortune is now over 25 years old (so that tells you a bit about my age) and Vanna is still lighting up the letters.