It's been one of those weeks where I couldn't do anything right. Everything from ineffectively settling sibling disputes, from awkward defensive reactions in response to criticism at a meeting, lack of patience, to ramming the right front tire of the van into a curb(I was trying to turn around at night in a very narrow driveway), and dealing with the lack of a passenger side mirror because I misjudged my van's girth when exiting the garage and smashed the mirror into smithereens against the opening, lack of patience, and forgetting my brother's birthday. Someone said, "In true humility, one is neither affected by praise nor criticism." The simple fact that I allow myself to wallow in self pity, is itself a sign that I am just NOT GETTING IT. No matter where I turn this week, humility seems to be waiting for me, I can't escape it! I left our diaper bag at the Y awhile back, and I called to see if they could find it and hold it for me. The young man went to look for our bag and returned to the phone and asked, "I found one, is it the one full of trash and wrappers?"...I responded, "Oh yes that's it." I was ever so proud to go in and retrieve it. That's my life, one opportunity after another. As a friend and I joked," Parenting is really just a lesson in humility." I keep telling Don that I must have a major deficiency considering the plethera of opportunities I get! The Catholic definition of the virtue humility is, "A quality by which a person considering his own defects has a lowly opinion of himself and willingly submits himself to God and to others for God's sake." Honestly, I do realize the goal and I'm trying to appreciate the opportunities, but I just wish I didn't need them so much. A verse from a song keeps bouncing around my brain, "Bend me and break me anyway that You will, mold me and shape me, be with me still."