I don’t know everything.
Yeah, I bet you’re shocked. I was, too, when I found out.
Yesterday I went to get my son from his crib after nap time. He was sitting. Smiling. Happily playing with the two cars allotted during his naps.
I walked in the room, greeted by a squeal and “Mommy, I napped!”
“Yes you did, baby! Awesome!” I reached the crib and bent down to pick him up. And cringed. And not because his diaper was ripe (though it was), but because on his feet were two matching grey and blue socks.
Socks that my husband and I could not find the day before when we were running late for church.
Socks that we pleaded with our son to hurry up and put on.
Socks that he insisted were upstairs in his crib.
Socks that I just knew were not up there because I know everything about everything that goes on in this house and if I didn’t remember putting him to bed with socks than obviously he does not know what he’s talking about.
See, I don’t know everything.
But sometimes I think I do. And sometimes it doesn’t even occur to me that I might be wrong.
And that’s a problem.
The Bible reminds us in Proverbs 11:2
“When pride comes, then comes shame;
but with the humble is wisdom.”
No, socks are not the end of the world. My son won’t even remember my blunder. But I want to remember to stop and listen and value his own intelligence.
Some of you are probably thinking, “Really? It’s socks.” Yes. This time. But next time it could be his discomfort with a neighbor. Or a bully at school. The little things add up to big things.
And I’ll mess up again. And I’ll apologize, again. And I’ll be forgiven, again.
Such is life, but it doesn’t mean we stop trying.
So here’s to faith–in the little things.