Just Making Pancakes

Just Making Pancakes

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Things that have occured to me today...

#1  As Steve and I went to lay flowers on Isaiah's grave I realized a HUGE oxy moron.  Cemetaries are solely for the living.  Why do I think this? The people who have passed away are no longer there and the only reason their bodies are there is so that their family has a way to cope with the loss.  That is it. Isaiah is no longer there, he is in heaven in God's hands and not under six feet of dirt that we stop by and visit when our hearts are hurting and lay flowers on.

#2 Everything that leaves a mark on my heart has a tendency to have some relation to pancakes.  Not because they are my favorite food, by any means, but just because I learn lessons and pancakes always seem to be involved.  For example, our first married fight was over pancake batter.  He wanted Bisquick and I wanted Krusteaz.  Needless to say we both went to bed hungry and realized that our petty fights are to be called "Just making pancakes."  Second pancakes fiasco was when I made pancakes for my brother and sister and the whole house filled up with black smoke and they gagged the pancakes down just to prove their love to me.  There are many more situations but I will save those stories for another day.  The story I wanted to talk about today took place at 'The Original Pancake House', not to be confused with IHOP.  I realized what kind of daughter I want to be to my mother and what I want my daughter to be for me.  We were eating and a middle aged woman sat with an elderly woman, who clearly had ALOT of health problems. She was in a wheelchair and her mind seemed to be slipping. The mother required a lot of care and it must have taken a fair bit of work to get her to the pancake house on a day like today.  They had finished eating and the daughter pulled out a crossword book and read each phrase to the mother and the mother would pelt out the answer.  Clearly they had done this many a time.  The daughter would then fill in the necessary answer and they would move on to the next clue.  It was one of the sweetest things I had seen in a long time.  I started crying.  After we paid for the bill I walked up to the daughter and told I want to be just like her when I grew up and she started to cry as well.. she was tired but her love for her mother was unconditional and beautiful.

Blasted ol' Pancakes always reminding my black heart to remain pink, even if only momentarily.