A friend shared this story and I thought perhaps we could all use a little introspective look at our lives and what is really important.
When I was a kid, my 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. On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage, and extremely burned biscuits in front of my dad.
I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! Yet all my dad did was reach for his biscuit, smile at my mom, and ask me how my day was at school. I don’t remember what I told him that night, but I do remember hearing my mom apologize to my 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 I asked him if he really liked his biscuits burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, “Your momma put in a long hard day at work today and she’s real tired. And besides… a burnt biscuit never hurt anyone!”
You know, life is full of imperfect things… and imperfect people. I’m not the best at 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. So…please pass me a biscuit. And yes, the burned one will do just fine! Life is too short to wake up with regrets… Love the people who treat you right and forget about the ones who don’t. ENJOY LIFE NOW – IT HAS AN EXPIRATION DATE!
Life is truly what we make of it. A stroke brings that all into perspective. There is no time for wasting energy on the inconveniences of life–like a burnt biscuit. Thank you to all of you who are loving Arla up close and from afar. She is not a perfect woman, but her heart has always been in the right place. Thank the Lord for this legacy she has created in her children and those who know her. She has always believed that you just have to love people and the rest will all work out.
Such a good lesson. I remember that teaching sixth graders became a lot more pleasant when I realized that all I had to do was love them. Please say a prayer for me as I drive to North Carolina. I’ll be praying for all of you and your Mom and Dad.
Lois, we will pray for safe travels. Those of us in education who are effective at our jobs have to love the students we are given. And that is not always an easy thing to do. Mom always modeled how important it was to love everyone. She has always been so good at that… she could even love the seemingly unloveable. Life is about giving what you have. And teaching high school is a lot more pleasant when you just love them. 🙂