Hiccups

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.

It worked.

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.

 

One thought on “Hiccups

  1. Beautiful piece. And so meaningful. Moments. Time. Experiences. All more meaningful than anything you can buy a child. ❤

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