Let’s say you’re about to make yourself a sandwich with a side of apple slices and a tall glass of water.
“Wait,” says your mom, “I’m making your very favorite meal in just a little bit.”
So you put all of the stuff for your sandwich away, because it’s your mom and you believe her, and you’d rather wait for your favorite meal anyway.
Several hours pass, and you’re getting hungry again. Well, to be honest, you never stopped being hungry to begin with, you were just distracted by the prospect of something better. Your mom is nowhere to be found, even though she said she was going to make your favorite meal in the world. You’re starting to doubt whether she’ll make a meal at all, let alone your favorite.
Finally, you get tired of waiting, and you decide to make that sandwich anyway, except you open the refrigerator and discover that your little sister has used up all of the sandwich fixings on her own sandwich. You’re a little bit angry at her, even though you reason with yourself that you shouldn’t be: after all, you’re the one who didn’t capitalize on that sandwich opportunity. After all, what’s wrong with a sandwich? Your little sister certainly couldn’t tell you.
As you turn these hard, cold facts over in your mind, you spy a box of crackers in the pantry.
You don’t particularly like crackers, and ugh, these ones happen to be filled with peanut butter of all things. And if there is one thing you can’t abide, it’s peanut butter…on your crackers.
But there isn’t anything else. It’s not like you can eat a sandwich. It’s too late for that. You just want something.
In the back of your head, however, there is this annoying thought that won’t go away: there is absolutely no nutritional value in these crackers. They might satisfy your hunger temporarily, but they will do nothing for you, except maybe make you less hungry for your favorite meal that you’ve been promised.
You storm out of the pantry feeling jaded. If you had known your mom was going to take this long, you would have eaten the sandwich. No thanks to her, that option isn’t available to you anymore.
The thought occurs to you that you could make your own meal, but you know you’re not quite the cook your mom is, and it just won’t be the same.
Although your mom and the promised meal are nowhere in sight, the best thing to do is to wait for your mom to make and serve your favorite meal. None of the other options are quite as right as that one, none will bring you the same level of satisfaction. And you know it.
That’s why you didn’t eat the sandwich.
And that’s why you continue to hold out for that favorite meal.
And until your mom makes that meal, you have to keep reminding yourself of that.
Because, really, would your mom let you starve? Would she wittingly turn you away from something good, if she didn’t want to give you something better?
Depends on your mom, I guess. 😉