Humility...

I'm still completely amazed by the events of this past week. I got confirmed into the Catholic faith, along with my family, at the Easter Vigil Mass. It was a four hour service and it was absolutely beautiful. My brother and grandparents flew into town for the event.

I spent part of this evening, sitting around the kitchen table talking to my grandfather. He likes to ask questions that put himself into the position of listening to long detailed answers. He always seems amazed by everything I have to say. While we were talking I suddenly became overwhelmingly aware that I was talking to a man who bottle fed me as an infant. I was looking into the face of the same man who desperately searched through a fourth of July crowd to find a lost six-year old version of me. How does this man take me seriously? How can he possibly see me as an adult? To hear me talk about federal arts funding and masters degree programs in public administration, does it just translate to baby talk? In that moment I felt unbelievably humbled.

I think sometimes we forget where we came from. I forget that I was the six year old girl getting lost in the crowd and the adorable baby that needed care. Sometimes we act like our opinions, rights, feelings, etc. should be the most important issues in the room. Sometimes we need to sit back, listen and just be humbled.