So this post is a little different from the normal funny stuff my kids say. This is one of those times where my kids teach me a little more than I teach them.
Yesterday I was having a rough day. It was the first full week of school, and between tennis practice, late suppers, and early mornings I was super exhausted. I was cranky during my planning period, and I usually try to shake it off before I get to class. Today, I just couldn't get past the bad mood.
I'm in class, and I am trying feverishly to get all the computers and chargers packed up in the laptop cart. My boys are being good, and just talking and waiting for me to say they can leave. They know they can't leave until I count all the computers and chargers.
So, there I am, down on my hands and knees quietly grumbling about how sloppy the chargers were put up. I was tossing a few of the really knotted chargers out on the floor behind me so I could rewind them before putting them up again. It might have been 4 or 5 chargers. All the while I am grumbling, complaining, and just being a pill.
Then I was served a big heaping helping of humility. While I was grumbling and tossing chargers behind me, one of my guys was quietly picking them up and rewinding them. While all the other guys were hanging out and talking, this one guy was demonstrating what having a heart of service really looks like. In fact, I didn't even know he had done this until I turned around to get my tangled mess of chargers and they were all on the desk beside me. Neat. Tidy. And wrapped in humility. I asked who did it, and one guy standing near by pointed to the guy who did it. He didn't ask for reward, acknowledgement, or praise.
I was given a wonderful lesson that day, and it is one that I will not soon forget.
