Keeping us humble

Just now Lydia walked into my library/office where I was sitting reading and said, “What are you up to?”

Me: “Reading and studying for a class I’m taking.”

Lydia: “What kind of class is it?”

Me: “It’s called Spiritual Direction. I am learning how to help people who want to get closer to God. I will meet with them and ask them about their prayers and what they read in the Bible.”

Lydia: “But…I guess I have a hole in my pajamas. It’s right here, the same place as Delaney has a hole.”

Right. OK. Good. Ha ha. They keep us humble, don’t they?

It reminds me of a family story I tell often. When Luke was probably 6 or 7, around the same age as Lydia now, I brought him into our bedroom to have a talk about some minor infraction or another. I said what I was sure were well thought out words, kind, and loving, to encourage him in doing good. When I finished, he pointed to Randy’s and my wedding photo hanging on the wall and said, “I know that’s you in that picture, but who’s that guy?”

Quite hilarious on a couple of levels.