24 August 2009

A Story of Burnt Toast Bread..

Burnt Toast Bread..

“ When I was a little girl, my mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. And I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work. On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage, and extremely burned toast in front of my dad.

I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! Yet all my dad did was reach for his toast, smile at my mom, and ask 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 toast and eat every bite.. When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my mom apologize to my dad for burning the toast. And I'll never forget what he said. " Baby, I love burned toast.."

Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night, and I asked him if he really liked his toast burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, “Debbie, your Momma put in a hard day at work today and she's real tired. And besides-a little burnt toast never hurt anyone! You know, life is full of imperfect things...and imperfect people. I'm not the best housekeeper or cook..”

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 the one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship. Burnt toast should never be a deal breaker. We could extend this to any relationship in fact - as 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 - but into your own.

People will always forget what you do, and they will always forget what you say, but they will never, ever forget the way you make them feel.. “

This story was really touched me.. I saw this on an old friend’s note in Facebook.. Thought this could give us great lesson in our relationship towards our partner, parents, siblings, relatives and friends.. Because I agree that people will never forget the way you make them feel and don't let that little silly thing ruins your happiness.. :)


  1. Hi Stella, thats a beautiful story, real heartwarming.
    That's what love is.....
    Our life today is not a dress rehearsal, we only get to play one round....
    Best regards, and have a pleasant week, Lee.

  2. Hi U. Lee,
    Yes..indeed it's a beautiful story.. I agree with you..that's what love is.. understanding and willing to accept each other..

    You have a pleasant week too.

  3. hi stella!! i like the story too!! nice one stella

  4. Hi antonia..

    i love tht story too..:)
    Thanks for visiting here..

    Have a nice day..:)

  5. Wait a minute - THAT's the message!?! Don't hurt the working mother's feelings over burnt toast because she'll do better next time!?!?!? That's a message for 1940. How about Dad gets off his duff and adds making dinner every other night to HIS daily workload?!? THAT'S a message for today. Burnt toast and jam for dinner is NOT a harmless mistake - it's a message - and a loud one I think -- to a dad who was soooo wrapped up in his privileged patriarchy to get the point at all.


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