Okay, go ahead and say it: “How arrogant can one person be! What gives her the right to label people?”
You’re right: I deserve it. I’ll admit, at first my only thought was that it made a catchy and comical post title. Then the Holy Spirit got in my face and reminded me of a couple of things.
Have I mentioned that my kids, Mary and James, are both named for my Granddaddy? Have I mentioned that our first child died of a congenital birth defect? That also came from Granddaddy.
You see, Granddaddy, his siblings, and three of his sons were hunchbacks. (We called them “humpbacks”.) They literally/noticeably had the look of Quasimodo. Hunchbacks run in my family, including my oldest child. So who am I to think the unfortunate trait of the kindergarten mom anything close to comical?
Instead of chuckling at the long-haired, hippie shaded kindergarten dad, I should have been thanking God for the gentle reminder to praise Him for the diversity in my family members.
Thank you, Dear Reader, for holding up the mirror of self-reflection.
What works for me is to look for more similarities than differences among the people I encounter. I hope the next time I see someone not like me, I’ll be less likely to allow disparaging thoughts to “find a happy home” in my brain as our pastor used to say.
Has that ugly person ever shown up in your mirror? How do you respond to her intrusion? Are you like me sometimes and allow yourself to shove the mirror into the drawer?