Once when my daughter was 8 or 9 years old, she was sitting at the kitchen table watching me prepare dinner, and I told her I had fond memories of sitting at the kitchen table when I was a little girl, watching Mama peel and slice potatoes for supper. Mama would even occasionally give me a slice to eat. I don’t quite remember why I thought that was a treat – have you ever TASTED a raw potato? But, anyway, it was a nice memory, and, of course, I hoped my daughter would someday have similar memories of me.
Well, she soon enough put paid to THAT hope. After I shared my tender memory, she sweetly shared HER version – “Mommy, when I grow up I’m sure I’ll have just as great memories of you shaking the potato flakes out of the box.”
I believe God gives us children to keep up humble!