I sighed deeply when noticing that I had forgotten, yet again, two large bags of bagels purchased a few days prior from Costco. You know the bagels: oversized, beautiful, yummy…full of potential for staving off the cries of hunger of many a hungry baby birdie around our nest! But no! I had forgotten to remember that those bagels were right there on our shelves, and now they that sat there spotted with mold and ruined.
But a little voice in my heart reminded me of the lovely idea that had just flashed across my screen earlier that morning, “You can do something beautiful with that (unfortunately) ruined two bags of bagels! Go feed them to the ducks, geese and robins that are right down the lane in your own neighborhood park!”
Great idea. Perfect weather…a few hours to spare…everyone would be so happy to do this simple thing we had never thought to do in the previous five years that we resided next to a pond fully alive with local wildlife (no car needed!) “I’m in!”
Not long after announcing to all that “when we get finished with our work” this nature study and feeding of the birds would happen, well, you can imagine what DIDN’T happen. It seemed as if anything and everything were both against me with the plan to salvage my home management blunder.
The day went from ho-hum, to tense, to stressful, to chaotic in about, oh, say, 45 minutes. Even nature seemed to revolt when a clap of thunder was heard from above and a sudden downpour ruined our chances to see through the plan to get outside to the pond!
Then I heard a quarrel erupt between two, then three, of my chick-a-dees and someone shouted very unkind words to another…I was ready to explode into screaming orders to be quiet (which always makes so much sense!)
I saw the tallest of the brood slamming through the kitchen a few feet away from me to the far end of the living room all across the house only to decide not to flop down on the couch but to stomp back across the house for lack of a better plan. In a flash, and definitely not in character, I ignored the longing to lash out with my words, fumbled around to open the package of bagels which had been sitting on those shelves innocently, and prepared to send one flying!
Without (much) hesitation, I tested a large bagel for sturdiness. Was I checking to make sure it wasn’t petrified? No, I was really testing to see if it would hold up so I wouldn’t have a mess to clean up…I do have my priorities set, right?
Oh! There she was again, that tall one with the energy, well SMACK! Fire one and it was a hit; the first weapon smacked against the softest part of the tall one’s backside from 10 yards away. Hey! For a non-athletic person, I was quite the expert at throwing bagels at my flock… another aimed and missed as the next one and the next one hit BOOM!
The shocked look on all their sweet little peeping faces was quite rewarding and distracted them from making any noise at all for awhile. Soon, all dozen bagels were in the air at one time, so it seemed anyway. BOOM! SMACK! pit, pit, patter, pat…the mood of competition and delightful shouts and laughter filled the foyer and echoed all about our home.
Perhaps it was simply compulsion to do something to distract my kids, or maybe it was frustrations that I felt for all the (so) many ideas and dreams that haven’t materialized over the two decades of past mom-ing…I don’t know what caused what is now known as the Great Bagel Wars of 2015. What I do know is that if you ask the bottom three of my children what the most epic day of Devers history was, they will probably (I hope anyway) smile and tell you their version of this tale like they recounted back to me today almost a year later as we sat by the pond drinking in God’s goodness.
My version (wink! wink!) is the truest version. Like all tall tales of old, the bagel keeps getting bigger and the heart beats on as it is recounted with fondness. Today, as we sat on the bench and saw the ducks, my youngest wished aloud for some old bread to share and his smile preceded his recounting of our family lore. We all agreed today as we stood and stretched before returning home: some things can never be re-created but must always be remembered…