When I was a little boy, 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 watching him smear butter and jelly on that biscuit and eat every bite! 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: "Baby, 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 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 housekeeper or cook.
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 God. 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!
Okay, I'm sorry that it didn't really have any funny stuff, but when i found this this in my emails, I thought it might cheer someone up like it did me, I know that some times words can go the wrong way when said in the wrong manner and I remembered what my dad said about my mom's pecan pie she made one Sunday afternoon---about the crust being chewy and not up to "snuff", I told her that it beat the best in most places I knew of. It just made me smile to remember... mom was the Best!
I will try to get some funny ones, seems like the old ones are coming back around where I'm at hope you all have a Great weekend!
Okay, My Dad was the only one I knew to cook a hot dog or bacon to the point of over cooked.... now that's funny unless you were us [my brother Rick and me] when we were "straving" back when my mom was in the hospital delivering my youngest brother Mark. Dad could burn water!!!!!!! now that's funny! [what do you call corn on the cob on the Indian reservation?] I'll check back later...............
picken and a grinen...yee haw
My Mother held a job and when she came home from work she slaved over a stove to feed us a decent meal.
LakerDad after reading your story it occured to me we never thanked my mom for many things she did for us.
I guess as kids we took her for granted.
Anyway thanks for the nice story...I can't recall my Mother burning anything right now, though
LOL
When I say my final prayers for the night I will ask Jesus to give her a message from me.
Thank you Mother for all the things you did for us, that we took for granted.
Thanks a bunch AH, we all have fond memories I'm sure! Special thoughts and Prayers to each of our parents and Grandparents as well! Thanks for taken care of us and the love you gave us! God Bless
My wife and I recently attained our 50th anniversary. We were teenagers when we married, as dumb as any others. But TWO things I knew in my gut from day one was SHE COULD NOT COOK very well. Lousy, in fact. But, point two, I was bright enough to understand that if I gripped about the chow when she had done her very best (after all, she had to eat it too!) I would be crushing her spirit in ways that would end up biting me in the butt!
So, I have always eaten whatever she sat before me and bragged on it. (Sometimes SHE gagged, but I would NOT!) And it worked; today she is one of the very best cooks I have ever experienced, MUCH better than my mother ever was! At this moment she's in the kitchen finishing up a meal around venison. It's one of her very best dinners, I can hardly wait!
At 69 and 67, we are no longer young. Sometimes she looks in her mirror and moans at what the years have done to her once pretty face and trim body. I just say she still looks 17 to me. Easy lie to tell, costs me nothing, but it sure seems to cheer the old gal up. I still like doing that and I have not the slightest fear that God will punish me for a lie told in love.
Pats on the back are nice for us. Nice for other people too and we often get good payback.
hope you all have a Great weekend!
Live your life so well, That when you die, Even the undertaker will cry!
