"Unos, dos, tres, catorce!" Bono counted us in (some, 2, 3 - 14?) and then The Edge took over.

My kids and I were rocking out in the car to "Vertigo." We had the windows down and the volume obnoxiously loud. I was one cool mama chick, cruising Ahwatukee Foothills with my cool baby-chicks in my way cool minivan. Basking in this most excellent coolness I turned to the kids.

"You know kids, U2 was my favorite band in high school." Their jaws dropped open and their eyes nearly bugged out of their heads in disbelief. "And U2 is still alive?!"

Ouch. I’m not cool. Apparently I’m ancient.

Wasn’t it just yesterday I bought The Joshua Tree on cassette? My kids ask me questions about "back then" meaning when cars were new and television had yet to be invented. They expect me to answer from personal experience. How is it that I feel like I was just 19 but my children think I can tell them about what life was like without electricity and running water?

Kids have a way of humbling you. Just when you start thinking you’ve got it all figured out, your children will point out that you don’t. Just when you start thinking you’re pretty cool, your children remind you that you’re not. Kids tell it like it is – and usually in earshot of strangers.

The thing is, humility is one of the key ingredients of motherhood. From the moment of conception we are pressed into the humble service of children, body and soul.

We bear them, labor and deliver them, change their diapers, wipe their noses, wash their clothes, answer their never ending questions, kiss away their tears and stay up all night while they toss with a fever.

We struggle through math homework, drive them to school in our pajamas, drive back to school with the forgotten lunch and, after school, drive them to piano practice, soccer practice or gymnastics practice.

We paste together book reports, plan birthday parties, search eBay for rare video games, paint rooms hot pink and lime green, rush to urgent care with the broken arm in the Spiderman suit and endure the rolled eyes and injured sighs over requests to unload the dishwasher.

Why? Because we love them. Because we’re moms.

Humility is the key to being able to persevere in the sometimes dreary tasks of motherhood without bitterness and resentment.

Philippians 2:3-4 tells us, "Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit, but in humility consider others better than yourselves. Each of you should look not only to your own interests, but also to the interests of others." A humble heart serves with love.

We need humility for the daily tasks.

We need humility to ask for help.

We need humility to be willing to suspend our own lives and dreams for a while.

We need humility to say sorry, I was wrong.

We need humility to fall on our knees and say, Lord I’m empty and I need to be filled up if I am going to make it through today.

The good news is we are promised in the book of

Proverbs that with humility comes wisdom, another key ingredient for success in motherhood. I can’t tell my kids about life "back then" but I can lead them in life here and now and yet to come, showing them the path that is straight and level.

I wish I was cool, but I’d rather be wise. Humble me Lord, and give me that wisdom You promise – I sure need it to be the best mom I can be.


Jennifer Zach lives in Ahwatukee Foothills with her husband and three children. They are members of Bridgeway Community Church. Reach her at jennizach@yahoo.com.

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