As I finish up the 2 dozen cupcakes for the Super Bowl bowling tournament this afternoon, I was panicked and edgy an hour ago about what to top the cakes with. I thought of this tournament as a great way to bash Tom Brady. I had my friend Lindsey make anti-TB heads so I could put them on toothpicks and stick in the cupcakes. Since they will auctioned off, I thought it would be fun to make people laugh while they put their bids in.
But then it hit me.
This bowling tournament is not about hating, joking, or laughing at one’s modeling career of high fashion boot wear. It’s not about cheating, deflated balls, or over-inflated egos, how many rings one wears to remind themselves they are a winner. It’s about helping people.
This tournament is a cherished annual event that raises money for local cancer patients. The monies raised go towards paying for transportation to treatments and appointments, bills, meals, and countless other necessities that make them survivors and heroes of this terrible illness.
When I thought of it in that aspect, I felt love, appreciation, the need to make someone smile because they day just got brighter, not because Tom Brady is an easy target to poke at.
I decided the cupcakes were a gentle reminder of love and appreciation.
Of courage and strength.
Of being a survivor.
Of hope.