Early one Easter Sunday morning my mother discovered a remarkable
thing—there were teeth marks in the kielbasa she had left out defrosting for
the day of feasting for which she had already spent two days preparing.
Unbeknownst to her children snug in bed dreaming of the gargantuan chocolate
bunnies my father bestowed on us each Easter, in the dark of the night and
early dawn she was putting things in and taking things out of ovens and freezers
and refrigerators. But now she had discovered the bite mark.
She did not have mice in the kitchen but she DID have two lovely grandchildren.
So she rounded them up for a little talk, not because she was angry at the
bite mark but because she was an empiricist at heart and wanted to solve the
mystery with sound evidence. When my niece, McKenna, finally ‘fessed
up my mother was more concerned that she was hungry and needed something to
eat then that she was the Polish equivalent of Eve in the Garden of Eatin.
No thank you grandma explained my niece; I just saw it there and wanted to
try it. Because the kielbasa was still FROZEN there were only the slightest
of teeth marks on the sausage and no damage was done by that beautiful and
inquisitive five year old. My mother waited till my niece was away so
as not to embarrass her and then brought each one of us into the kitchen to
see the kielbasa, hear the story and have a good laugh.
The readings invited us to look for the good and rejoice in the generous. When we find that good, it will be less probable that we will wish or do evil.
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