My show of respect
One of my habits of respect is that I wait for my mother to awaken from her nightly slumber, so we may have breakfast together. Sometimes she can sleep till twelve noon, but I wait for her nonetheless. Which brings up my current thought.
Almost nine thirty and I AM HUNGRY! Whew! I just had to get that out of my system. Most of the time I can tolerate the wait. But, every now and again, I just get those hunger pains so bad, I feel like bursting.
Sure, I can grab a snack but that only makes me more hungry. I am a big boy and my hunger needs satisfaction. Breakfast is my best meal, and I love to enjoy a good hearty breakfast meal. Do you know what I mean?
Respect for my parents, it is an old tradition and an old lesson that I have always taken to heart. What can I do but wait?