That Brussel Sprout and My Burnt Tongue

As the door closed behind me, I was already heading for the kitchen. There, mom was busy making supper as usual when I arrive home and as usual, I was hungry. I peeked in all the pans that littered the stove top, and discovering the brussel sprouts I entertained the thought of testing them out. Remembering how annoying my snitching is to mom I held off till the phone rang and she wouldn't notice me. I quick, grabbed one and popped it into my mouth realizing too late that it was scorching hot. Now, I had to run from the kitchen searing my tongue all the way. There in the hallway as I spit the roasting brussel sprout into my palm, I thought about contentment. Those words I had read over and over again echoed through my head: {Discontentment can be wanting the wrong things, or wanting the right things at the wrong time, in the wrong amounts, or for the wrong reasons}. How right wanting that brussel sprout was. It was the supper my mom had prepared, and it was even healthy, but it simply wasn't the right time...

Here is a lesson I think I still haven't  fully learned....