The best humble pie

By Peggy | October 26, 2010 |

Last night, I shed some major baggage thanks to Sam. We’d spent a long day helping out at a community event. He wanted to say good-bye to one of the organizers because “she’s a very nice lady.”

She’s also very pretty. Sam, like any red-blooded fellow, likes a pretty woman. I teased her husband just a little bit.

“Watch out,” I said.

There was an awkward pause, and then Sam said, “He doesn’t need to watch out.”

Oh, don’t even bother cutting up the crow, just hand it over and I’ll stuff it in there with my foot.

All of my children are gentle souls who have a great deal of respect for personal boundaries. Unlike their father, who was a gentle soul, too, but struggled mightily to keep boundaries where they belong.

I learned last night I don’t own their father’s errors. Not in the least. In fact, I don’t need to watch out at all.

Posted in hope, What Sam says