Sunday, March 4, 2012

The Burnt Yam

Someone tells his story:
When I was a kid, my Mum liked to make food for dinner every now & then. I remember one night in particular when she made dinner after a long, hard day at work. On that evening so long ago, my Mum placed a plate of stew and extremely burnt yam in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! Yet, all my dad did was reach for his yam, smiled at my Mum and asked me how my day was at school. I don't remember what I told him that night, but I do remember hearing my Mum apologise to my dad for burning the yam. I'll never forget what he said: "Honey, I love burnt yam." Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if he really liked his yam burnt.
He wrapped me in his arms and said, "Your mama put in a long hard day at work today and she's real tired. And besides... A burnt yam never hurt anyone but harsh words do!" '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 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.
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