So, over the Christmas break, I was hanging out with my sister's sixteen-year-old step-daughter-to-be. (Is that a thing? Well, it's the best description I've got. Let's go with it.) And we started laughing about this website called First World Problems.
Some of our favorites:
- They wouldn't serve from the bar menu in the restaurant area, so I had to eat my turkey avocado wrap without appetizers like some sort of bronze age hunter gatherer.
- The seat heaters don't keep the pizza warm enough for the 10 minute ride home.
- I have no idea how to reheat my leftover omelette, so I guess I’ll just have to drive to the restaurant and order another one.
- 'Family Guy’ is on two different channels at the same time and I can’t figure which one has the most potential.
- I wish I hadn’t used all my pain pills for non-pain-related purposes.
- I have caviar stuck in my braces.
- The guy who cleans my yard barely seemed to be listening when I told him about all the stuff I got for Christmas.
- I’ve run out of obscure ethnic cuisines to impress my friends with.
- I have over 20,000 songs in my iTunes library. Why can I never find the one that exactly matches my mood of wistful melancholy?
- I can't wash my dirty hands because the water is freezing.
- My shoelaces are kinda short.
I mean, you can see why we love this site, right? But, now. When I'm bitching about something in my own head (it happens a lot), I've started following it with the words, "First World Problem!" Because, truth be told, it usually is.
And, then. My friend Kelly Rodgers posted some pictures from Nicaragua. Nicaragua, where she lives with her husband and three kids while they are on a two-year mission trip. Now, the Rodgers have done some amazing things with Teeth Savers International. But, these particular pictures were of Kelly and her girls handing out dresses made by Dress A Girl Around the World women. Little girls getting dresses - some of them, the only dress they may ever own.
And, as the mom to one sassy little dress wearer, well... you know.
Then there was this picture:
As I posted on Kelly's FB page, "That is just... a mother's face. We are all the same no matter the country." And, it crushes me to think that, had I merely been born in another place, I might not be able to give my precious girl a dress.
So, now. When I follow the thoughts in my head with "First World Problem," I'm just a little bit ashamed of myself.
No.
I'm a lot ashamed.
