The Burnt Biscuit

Mom liked to make dinner with extra care. And I remember one night in particular when she had made it after a long, hard day at work. That evening, Mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage and extremely burnt 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 other’s 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…"