Burnt biscuit

>> 2010年6月1日星期二

Mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then.
And I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast
after a long, hard day at work. That evening, mom placed a plate of eggs,
sausage and extremely burned biscuits in front of dad.
I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed.

All dad did was reach for his biscuit, smiled at mom and asked me how my
day was at school. I don't remember what I told him that night,
but I do remember watching him smear butter and jelly on that biscuit
and ate every bite.

When I got up from the table, I remember hearing mom apologize to dad
for burning the biscuits. And I'll never forget what he said:
Honey, I love burned biscuits.

Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and asked him if he
really liked his biscuits burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said,
"Your Momma put in a hard day at work today and she's real tired.
And besides - a little burnt biscuit never hurt anyone!"

You know, life is full of imperfect things.....and imperfect people.
I'm not the best at hardly anything, and I forget birthdays and
anniversaries just like everyone else.

What I've learned over the years is that learning to accept each others' faults
- and choosing to celebrate each others differences - is one of the
most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship.

Because in the end, you are the master of your own life, to be happy or
unhappy, to be positive or negative.

We could extend this to any relationship. In fact, understanding is the base
of any relationship , be it a husband-wife or parent-child or friendship.

Don't put the key to your happiness in someone else's pocket -
keep it in your own.

So please pass me a biscuit, and yes, the burnt one will do just fine ...

2 评论:

Diary of Mimi-Dada 2010年6月13日 下午9:55  


peace 2010年6月14日 上午9:40  


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