Childhood Lessons
All my life I’ve always gravitated towards a meaning. If a song, book, cartoon or movie had a moral, I’m all in. Our everyday lives are transactional. You give an eating establishment money & they give you food in return. You give your employer time & they reciprocate a check. When you open a book & open your mental gates, in return you may receive a life long lesson. In order to be presented with these teachings, we must first clear our mind of the clutter & make room to store it safely in the depths of our minds but also in a location where we can easily access it later.
Enter the Little Red Hen. I was in grade school when I first heard of this hustling hen. While it may have been entertain to my adolescent counterparts, I truly acknowledged what was happening because I saw it happen in real time through my eyes. If you are not familiar with the story, the Little Red Hen lived in a small house with her family. Going forward I’ll refer to her as Henny. Henny worked hard to maintain her household like so many of us Kings & Queens do. She cooked & clean while her relatives took advantage of her kindness. Dwelling with her non assisting household did not break Henny. She knew her drive push her through the current task & well past the next one. Her kindness was THEIR weakness.
Henny was working out in the yard one day & found some wheat. She asked her family if anyone wanted to help harvest it and bring it on the house. Of course, no one wanted to help. Henny knew her family all so well so she found a hidden pleasure asking if anyone would assist her knowing the results of her requests. She asked if anyone wanted to help converting the wheat into flour & they all declined. The chuckled as she ask them to help mix the fresh flour with milk, eggs and sugar & beat it into batter for she foresaw the outcome. Once the batter was poured into a baking pan & placed in the over at 350º for 35 minutes, the entire household came running with plates in hands, feeling they were entitled to get a slice of the cake. Just as they refused to help put in work, Henny refused to break bread with them. Henny enjoyed every crumb of that cake she worked so hard to prepare. She knew she needed that cake for nourishment to refuel her soul so she could move on to the next task at hand. The End!
Revisiting this childhood tale as an adult really showed me a LOT of lessons. What all did you take from this story now that you are more mature & have seen life? You don’t work, you don’t eat? Don’t break bread with enemies? Family will treat you worse than a stranger? Watch your enemies close & your friends even closer? If you can’t determine who your enemy is, investigate your friends? And lastly, grind for your wheat & you will enjoy your cake!
Infinite Love & Love to the ILL Community. Until next time…
