This story is about a memory from my early childhood that I don’t remember. At all. But I have been told about it several times over the years.
First, I need to give you a little bit of background information. I’m sure most of you all are aware of how much I love chocolate. As much as I love it; my Mamaw Jo loved eggs. And she was very proud of that fact.
She enjoyed telling the story of when she and Papaw Janeway visited his brother, “Uncle Doc.” At this time, she was around three years old and they were still living in Hogskin. While visiting him, she ate so many eggs that Papaw Janeway asked her to stop, but Uncle Doc said she could eat what she wanted.
Mom and I don’t remember how many eggs she said she ate, but we think it was up in teens. As for me, I thought Mamaw Jo said they were pickled while mom thought they were fried. Whichever way they were fixed, that was a tremendous amount of eggs for a three-year-old to eat. And she didn’t even get sick.
Needless to say, Mamaw Jo always kept many, many eggs in her refrigerator. I’m not talking a dozen or two. Nope. One of the bottom crisper drawers was always full of them.
That is until the day she agreed to watch me.
On that fateful day, she decided to go to the mailbox. Thinking I would be okay, she left me alone for a couple of minutes. After all, what could a fifteen-month-old toddler get into during that short time?
When she walked back into the kitchen, she found me surrounded by a sea of broken eggs. In the few minutes she was gone, I had managed to throw almost every egg in the crisper box to the floor. You know, I do use both of my hands quite often. I wonder if I scooped the eggs out with both hands at once. Anyway, the eggy mess was so large that Mamaw Jo had to reach over it to pick me up.
“Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal: But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break nor steal:” Matthew 6:19-20 (KJV)
We all treasure things that are precious to us here on earth. But, like Mamaw Jo’s eggs, they can be gone in an instant. If you want true treasure that will last forever, you need to store it up in Heaven. Nothing can touch it there. Not even a feisty ambidextrous toddler.
Like I said, I have no memory of that incident, but I must have really enjoyed tossing those eggs and hearing the loud SPLATS as they exploded onto the floor. Heck, I would do it now if I didn’t have to clean up the mess. Sounds like a great way to release stress to me.

Brooke Cox is an author, speaker, and storyteller. She was a 2016 Selah Awards Finalist for Debut Novel. Her children’s book: “Dinosaur Eggs,” is now available. It is based on Ephesians 6: The Armor of God. Her novel “Until the Moon Rises: A Conniving Cousin Mystery” is also available. Also, she has two books out in her storytelling series: “Saucy Southern Stories.” The Amazon links for her books may be found on her website: brookecoxstories.com. Please feel free to contact her. She would love to hear from you.