"Mom, what does humble mean?", Aidan asked while we were reading Henry and Beezus.
"It's when you don't think you're right about everything all the time," I answered, doing my best to come up with an understandable definition on the spot.
"Are you humble?", he asked.
"I try to be," I answered honestly.
"Am I humble?"
"Yes, I'd say you are humble." Another honest answer.
"Is Avery humble?"
"Well, sometimes." Dang this honesty thing.
"Is Dad humble?"
"Yes, your dad is humble."
Aidan's question has got me thinking about what it means to be humble. Humility is a prized and desirable trait in my book. I look for it in others, I work on it myself. My conversation with Aidan prompted me to come up with a new definition of what it means to me to be humble: I'm open to the possibility that I am wrong, but until proven so, I will continue to do what I think is right.
You know who else is humble?
The sunflower. He patiently waits for the sun,
without ever realizing he is the sun.
Look what else I found in the garden this morning.
A water droplet dressed up like a pepper.
In other news, I finished painting my bedroom and moved on to a new project.
Diane asked me to read it, I humbly obliged. At first I thought the book would just be preaching to the choir, but I was wrong. It is oh so much more than that. If you need me, I'll be in my bedroom reading.