Humility will never be a weak trait of mine. My beloved family keeps me humble daily.
Yesterday Varmint shared that her social studies class was covering Buddha, and all of the cultural implications surrounding him.
Critter then asked who Buddha was.
Varmint attempted to explain the concept of ‘The Enlightened One’ or ‘The Awakened One,’ using all the formal language her 6th grade vocabulary could muster.
Critter rolled his eyes and asked me for a more simplified answer.
I asked him if he had ever seen a statue of a grossly fat, laughing bald man with enormous ears.
He said he had. I told him that that was imagery of the laughing Buddha, and that people rub laughing Buddha’s belly for good luck.
“OH!” Critter claimed in his own enlightenment. “Like when we like to rub your squishy belly!”
Varmint, snickered and agreed wholeheartedly, thus cementing Critter’s current understanding of that entire faith.
I figure I can look at this one of two ways. Either it was a slam, intended to mock their dear corpulent mother, or it means I have now been exalted to the level of a God.
Either way, it doesn’t diminish the benefits of a good belly rub. Am I right, or am I right?
Of course I’m right.