TRAVELS & MORE

Day 35

Waking up this morning, I hear the sounds of my nephew Morgan playing. I laid there for a bit trying to get my eyes to completely open and mind prepared. I am not used to the chatter and sounds of a child(ren) so early. Especially, since I don’t have a child of my own.

My nephew, like many children these days has ADHD. I am not use to being around him. My thoughts go to he might get into things he is not supposed to. Plus, no 6 yr old child should be up alone. Someone had to get up with him. I assumed that someone was ME!! Though, I found him playing in the room he slept in.

I started the coffee pot. Then instructed Morgan to be quiet others were still sleeping. I knew, I was asking for an impossible task!!! Plus, I was going to do my morning bible reading. I prefer quietness when I am reading. It just helps me concentrate on “The Word”. I have never been able to read with noise around me. My mind just gets jumbled and I don’t comprehend what I am reading. Though, I have heard from others that have read the Bible…”It’s hard to understand!”

Nevertheless, I also enjoy quietness in the morning just to fully wake up. But with any child, I know it’s impossible. I asked Morgan what he wanted for breakfast. Cereal was his request. As, I showed him his choices of cereal. He settled on Honey Nut Cheerios and some toast. It brought me be back to a combination of breakfast, I ate as a child. Once, he was settled and I had my cup of coffee I attempted to read.

After a while, Jacob and my father woke up. I retreated to our room to continue my reading. I left Morgan to the supervision of my father.

Soon, I began to smell the sweetness of pancakes being made. Jacob called for me to eat. My father was not going to eat. He had errands to do. As, I placed a pancake on my plate, my father kindly stated “If you have enough left give it to Morgan”. I mentioned Morgan had already ate this morning. Keep this in mind for later…there was one pancake left (it will tie into the story)

I don’t know why but this comment quickly reminded me of my 16th birthday party. When a girl turns sixteen it is a ‘special moment” for her. It’s her “Sweet 16”. I just wanted that special feeling as well on my 16th birthday. I was living with my father, step mother (Dawn), my little half brother (Brian, Morgans dad) and little half sister (Ashley) at the time.

We were eating pizza for my birthday celebration. My brother piled his plate with several pieces of pizza. I like the pancake mentioned above, placed o one piece of pizza on my plate FOR THE MOMENT. I wanted to give myself time to decide if I wanted another. There was one piece of pizza left and I decided I wanted it. BUT, my younger brother started pitching a fit. He wanted it too.

My “happy’ celebration quickly turned sour as my father yelled at me “ LET HIM HAVE IT1! DON’T FIGHT WITH HIM HE IS YOUNGER THAN YOU!!!”. I reminded him he had several and I only had one. But, it was a loosing battle. My brother was given the last piece of pizza and I was still hungry.

Now, back to present time. There was one pancake left. But this time just like the pizza; I was going to give the leftover pancake to Morgan. Yes, I am an adult now and Morgan is only a 6 yr. old innocent child. I could have easily made myself something else to eat or just ate the freaking pancake myself. I was still oddly triggered about that unpleasant memory. My inner 16yr. old girl did not want to cross that battle again. Like father, like son…Morgan was given the last piece of pancake.