BIG MESS little mess
Last night while fixing supper Miah was wanting Daddy to hold her. Miah loves to help. Especially when it comes to opening and closing things. Microwave included. She loves to push buttons also. Cellphone buttons, computer buttons, Off button included. She now knows the off button on my laptop and points at it and says, “off off off…” Miah was helping me fix supper. She closed the microwave door and pushed the #2 button that started the microwave for 2 min. Mommy was headed off to a Memorial Service for our brother in-law’s father, wearing a black dress that made her look oh so pretty!! Merrie was saying, “Bye,” as Daddy and Miah were taking the yellow Curry from the microwave. Visualize this in slow slow motion. Mommy saying, “Bye bye, Miah,” Miah opening the microwave, and Daddy’s one free hand picking up the Rubbermaid dish. Now back to full motion. Miah slamming the Microwave door closed. Daddy’s hand partway out the door with a Rubbermaid dish full of left over Yellow Curry, thick, soupy Yellow Curry.
Here is how you make Curry the Davis way: 4 scrambled eggs, 1 can of chopped mushrooms, 2 cans of Cream of mushroom soup, Milk or soy milk to thin out mushroom soup, Curry added to your liking, Chili pepper to your liking, Pour over cooked rice… Quick, easy meal..
Dish flying out of Daddy’s hand. Did I mention that our microwave is above our stove? Did I mention that we have dark green walls, and white doors to our pantry, and hardwood floors? Oh and I was holding a bowl of Yellow Curry. Well, it… shall we say, went everywhere! Everywhere except on Miah.. Daddy turned as fast as he could, afraid it was hot, but Miah didn’t get a drop on her. Daddy did, Mommy did. The walls, the floor, the stove, the papers and the cards on the countertop, the doors… Everywhere, thick Yellow Curry… Mommy just got a small amount on her. Miah said, “Boom,” and “mess, mess,” “little mess.” Daddy said, “BIG BIG MESS…” Mommy was agitated at what just happened and feared the worst, having to change clothes, when she was already running short on time. Mommy cleaned up and had to go, and Daddy had a BIG MESS to clean up. I placed Miah on a chair and told her to stay there. She patiently watched and waited and did commentary on the “little mess” as she called it, while Daddy called it a BIG MESS and went through 4 dish rags and 2 dish towels and 1 big towel and 45 minutes cleaning up the “little mess”.
Is this what we are supposed to learn from a child? When you think it is a big mess, is it really? Miah taught me something very important. We must become like a child… Don’t let the small messes become BIG MESSES in our eyes. To me it was a big mess but was it..? Did it need to be?
After the cleanup Miah helped Daddy make “woodles” (ramen)… Miah loves noodles…
She’s still talking about the mess Daddy made in the kitchen.
Sorry no Photos… I thought of it 1/2 way through the cleanup, but didn’t want Yellow Curry on my camera.
