Waffling Respect A haibun 1.14
Always having to be right – might just have a few drawbacks.
Or at least laughs behind your back. Surely you had to know
that we didn’t care that when you moved that you had to bring
with you everything you ever owned because you were so
attached to the memory and less open to making new ones.
And so you just had to move your waffle iron with you across
several states. Forgetting your mental health. Which we all
thought was debatable anyway…
And so it came to pass that all of us children visited at the same
time. And you could cook us breakfast. Waffles. But the batter
stuck. And while one suggested that spray butter – you refused.
Went into a tizzy thinking you prepared the batter wrong. A sad
song with so many mouths to feed. Then it came to pass that
someone else trundled through not hearing the others’ suggestion.
And without hesitation, sprayed the panel, which proved to be
the correct solution. The batter cooked and you shook, stunned.
After all who dared to tell you how to run your kitchen? Some of
the witnesses to this folly (I being one) had to snag another and
escape… our facial expressions would have given away our joy –
since you could not see yourself pout. Out we went, round the
house. To laugh until we cried. Like the Emperor who trod the
street in his best ‘see through treads’. You could not ‘bare witness’
to be corrected. So we erected our own memory.
ever wonder what
monumental moments are
savored behind you?
Note: Children will always see things differently than their parents.
And then some children become… parents.