Words to say more often – “my pleasure” November 26, 2008
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Lately I had the great blessing to be seemingly over-appreciated for something I did. Whilst I should just count my blessings, I must admit I had a hard time not overly basking in the praise and wasn’t sure what to say. I had to admit that humility is something I’m working on and is sadly not my strong suit. So, I said “my pleasure”. I’m embarrassed to say that I don’t think I’ve ever said those two beautiful words before. So, as I ponder more ways to be more humble in life and work and parenting, I looked up some quotes.
Do you wish people to think well of you? Don’t speak well of yourself. – Blaise Pascal
I long to accomplish a great and noble tasks, but it is my chief duty to accomplish humble tasks as though they were great and noble. The world is moved along, not only by the mighty shoves of its heroes, but also by the aggregate of the tiny pushes of each honest worker. – Helen Keller
the anti-humility quote:
Early in life I had to choose between honest arrogance and hypocritical humility. I chose honest arrogance and have seen no occasion to change. – Frank Lloyd Wright
I guess if I have to look up quotes and read more about it, I have a long way to go.
Does a library card officially classify me as a Minivan Mom? September 9, 2008
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Yesterday was the big day – LC day. I got a library card. There are few things in my mind that better qualify a hip mom as a crusty old mom than library cards and minivans. There’s no reason to feel this way. I could really use to borrow great books. I could really use to fit more kids in the car.
So here are our travails. Kate and I went to the library with 2 impeti (is that the plural for impetus?). First, in talking to my friend over the weekend, she talked about going to the library all the time. I remember our library as small and dark and way too quiet. But the other impetus is that Kate just won’t seem to bring a book home. She instead wants to read and re-read and re-re-read books from before. I’m certain she’s doing this so she really doesn’t have to read or pay attention to what she’s reading.
So, if she won’t bring books home, I can go with her to the library to get books and then read with her. She’s such a GREAT reader. She has such great intonation and has a great conversational flow. She misses pausing for a period periodically but otherwise she’s awesome.
So, I took her there and the woman very kindly whispered hello. It was barely audible and she seemed mousily sweet. For a moment I wondered if I could ever be that sweet. Kate and I had to fill out forms to get our library cards but we both got cards. I told Kate she could only pick 2 books at a time and we designated a special bag at home to keep the library books in. Crossin my fingers.
