A Crappy Day & Burned Biscuits

Yesterday was a fairly crappy day.

I keep hoping that each year will get easier when the 23rd of April rolls around.

I guess in the grand scheme of things, it is easier in many aspects, but it still hurts. 

The physical pain isn't there, and the emotional pain isn't so raw.

But, many of the feelings and emotions still come to the surface.  Just......duller.

I still grieve for my Mum, Dad and brother at different times, but it is different than my grief for Emma.

On the 23rd April, 2004 I felt completely alone and engulfed in the despair of losing a child.  Every year that comes back.  Like I said, it is duller, but it is there.

The feelings pass and the knowledge that families are eternal is always a constant source of comfort.

I love this.....

A friend posted the following on face book.

It reminded me of something my mother shared years ago about some good family friends.  Just something very simple, but, it stuck with me.  My Mum told me that no matter what Anne put on the table for dinner every night, Mike always thanked her for the meal.  Never complained if it was something he didn't like or if the recipe hadn't turned out as expected.

I am blessed that Jim follows that same philosophy.

Burned Biscuits - and the lesson we all should learn

 When I was a kid, my Mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. 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!  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 watching him smear butter and jelly on that ugly burned biscuit. He ate every bite of that thing...never made a face nor uttered a word about it!

When I got up from the table that evening, I 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 every now and then."

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 Mom put in a hard day at work today and she's real tired. And besides--a little burned biscuit never hurt anyone!"
As I've grown older, I've thought about that many times. 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. But what I've learned over the years is that learning to accept each other's faults and choosing to celebrate each other’s differences is one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship.

And that's my prayer for you today...that you will learn to take the good, the bad, and the ugly parts of your life and lay them at the feet of the Divine Creator. Because in the end, He's the only One who will be able to give you a relationship where a burnt biscuit isn't a deal-breaker!

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 burned one will do just fine.
And PLEASE pass this along to someone who has enriched your life--

and remember to be kinder than necessary because everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.

 

Sally-Ann