Humble

God has sent me my children to keep me humble...or to teach me to be humble.

Last week I took the kids to the library. We always stop at the Library Coffee Shop for a treat on our way in. The kids choose one item...chips, cookie, or hot cocoa with whip cream. The two littlest kids chose cocoa. I reminded them to be careful not to spill. After about three minutes sitting at our table Sis spilled her drink. Whooosh...all across the table...leaving a blop of whip cream in the middle of the table while the cocoa dripped off onto the floor. Inwardly I was exasperated. I sighed, I jumped up and gathered napkins and began cleaning it up. The woman who owns the coffee shop came right over with kind words. Words that I didn't come up with. She assured Sis that it was only an accident and that she would quickly make a new drink.

I continued to clean up the floor and table. I relaxed a little and told Sis it was okay and that she could have a new one. Inwardly though I was still feeling annoyed. Annoyed that this little girl spills her drinks A LOT. Annoyed at myself for not putting the lid on the cup. Annoyed, annoyed, annoyed.

Then Baby George looked at me and asked, "Mommy, when you were little did you ever spill your cocoa?".

Oh. That little boy humbled me to the core. Instantly I softened and gave Sis the reassurance that she needed. We enjoyed our treats and then headed in to the library.

Thank you God for the gift of my sweet children and the lessons they teach me.