So there Dani is…looking sweet and lovely, learning to play kickball at Saints, where “Every child is a winner” and “We give all glory to God”. She is my star child. The one I always show off. I am so proud of her. Ack!!! Proud… the feeling I only get to feel for a second or two cause God likes to keep me humble.
Another little girl steps up to the plate, kicks the ball and it goes out of bounds. My saintly daughter’s reply? “Bahahaha you’re outta here sucka!” Where did she get this term? The cockiness! What happened to the child that would hug the girl and tell her she did great! What awful cartoon did I not give proper parental supervision to. What crazy mouthed child got passed my ultra sensitive mommy radar? (possibly one of my other children) Who infiltrated my bubble?!
Well, the coach had words with her and she and I were taken down a couple of notches. I wish God’s agenda was to make me rich and skinny, but alas, humble is His priority. So there it is. God has blessed me with four humble makers.