Yesterday, after turning up his nose for the umpteenth time at a wonderful dinner because it wasn’t a corn dog, my son said he was starving. In justifiable anger I whipped out my cell phone and brought up pictures of starving children, telling him to look at them. To look at their ribs, their bones, their faces and that THEY were starving. That is what starving looks like, I said, and for you to say that YOU are starving…YOU, who just ate a corn muffin and 3 brownies even though you didn’t eat your entire meal…for you to say that is insulting to the people who are actually starving. So don’t say it.
This opened up a whole conversation on world starvation and why it exists and hearing such simple ideas from a 5 year old was…heartbreaking.
“Why don’t they just build a garden and plant orange trees?”
We weren’t sure, but figured it had something to do with the location and proximity to water.
“Why don’t they just borrow some money and buy some food from their parents?”
Because their parents are starving, too.
“We can give them food and money. They can have my dinner since I don’t like it.”
It just isn’t that simple. I don’t now why it isn’t that simple. It should be that simple.
I don’t know why the planting a garden idea has stuck in my head. Something so theoretically easy, obviously someone has thought of it. Someone must have tried it.
Sometimes my darling 5 year old says things so heartbreakingly simple and my hope for a better future doesn’t seem so unreasonable.