By Michaela Morris
More of a good thing isn’t necessarily the best thing. Too much candy will expand your waistline.
Too much TV will rot your brain.
If you have too many clothes, you can’t find anything in your closet.
Finding that “just right” sweet spot is a major life lesson in balance. There’s a reason we’ve told our children the story of “Goldilocks and the Three Bears” for centuries – and not just for the virtue of leaving stuff alone that isn’t yours.
Especially when it comes to good food, Mississippi seems to end up on the wrong side of this equation. If caramel cake and fried chicken didn’t taste so good, I’m sure we wouldn’t have a problem with obesity.
However, this past weekend, we ended up on the “just right” side of the equation.
Here we had a delightful, but short-lived White Christmas in Northeast Mississippi. At chez Morris, most of the adults were as excited over the snow as the children were over the toys that Santa had left them. My husband thought he was in trouble when I started yelling for him to get up and come quick.
Normally we let the kids sleep in as long as they will on Christmas morning and have a strict protocol:
• No alarm clocks may be set
• No sleeping children can be awakened
• No presents until all adults have a cup of coffee in their hands.
There were no alarm clocks, but all of the other rules evaporated in the joy over the White Christmas.
It was beautiful to watch. It was fun to play in. Happily, it melted quickly away.
My sister – visiting from Pennsylvania was less enamored of the white stuff. She was worried about getting home the day after Christmas – with good reason.
When two feet of the white stuff comes down in a day, it causes lots of problems even for folks who are used to it.
Along the East Coast, planes, trains, buses and subways have largely come to a standstill. Airlines canceled more than 1,000 flights. It’s mind-boggling to think about people who are stranded at the airport not only because the planes can’t fly, but because the shuttle bus can’t get from the terminal to hotels.
Transportation systems are supposed to start running late today and Wednesday. However, there are people stranded in airports across the country who may not get where they were going until Friday.
I feel for them, and I’m very thankful I’m not among them.
My sister happily was able to make it home. Her last flight to central Pennsylvania was one of three not canceled on Sunday afternoon. Her truck wasn’t even buried at the airport. It all turned out just right – at least for the Gibson-Morris clan.
Michaela Gibson Morris is a Daily Journal staff writer. Contact her at (662) 678-1599 or firstname.lastname@example.org.