I got the hiccups this morning for the first time in maybe forty years…Now what was the remedy for that? Was it breathing slowly? Did not help. Was it drinking a glass of water upside down? Don’t want to try that this early in the morning. Was it a spoonful of sugar? I don’t even think I have any normal white sugar. A bag, I thought, I need to breathe into a bag. As I sat on the couch breathing in and out of a plastic grocery store bag and wondering if I might eventually faint, I remembered that is the remedy for hyperventilating not hiccups.
When I was really little I used to get hiccups all the time.
“It must mean that you want something,” my Mother would say. “What do you want?”
She would ask that and I would be stumped. I wanted so many things, not all of them tangible. Books, more books, a Mrs. Beasley doll, a hug, many things I didn’t even know how to put into words. Or knew if I put them into words they would not be well received. Somehow she always ended up giving me a cookie or a small piece of pie or cake to see if that would work. It always did. Maybe the spoonful of sugar was the answer.
Or maybe that feeling that I had a special moment with her was the answer? Funny how a small bit of attention can go such a long, long way for a child. One small cookie creating a lasting memory of a moment that she probably doesn’t even recall.