Having kids will keep a mother humble. Just recently, I set the table for dinner and decided to add a little flair with a few candles. My family is special, and I enjoy showing them so. I lit a few candles and arranged them nicely on the table. My middle daughter (age 4) walks in the room and quips, “So who’s coming over?”

I have no comment.

Then today, I whipped up a simple chicken salad for dinner, and to add a little panache, I decided to make the rolls from scratch. I usually make “quick breads,” but today I pulled out the yeast and rolling pin. The kids all clamored around the museum artifact rolling pin, and yelped, “You mean we get to use it?!”

Oh well. Even if I’m not a domestic goddess waiting for an Oprah show guest appearance, I consoled myself with the fact that at least I’m a Prairie Muffin. But even recently, my Official Prairie Muffin status was ripped from me with this declaration: Prairie Muffins own aprons and they know how to use them.

I’m doomed now. You see, I don’t find aprons practical since I haven’t left the baby/toddler stage in almost eight years. Why wear an apron when baby shoulder spit-up or toddler facial juice adorns your shirt before you make it to the kitchen anyway? That’d just be another thing to wash.

I thought aprons were for women who had maids to iron them and men on cable cooking shows sporting pre-measured ingredients.

[Note: The administration understands and appreciates the spirit and sentiment of the Prairie Muffin Apron. She just hasn’t fixed one up yet.]

The Bible tells us to “Humble thyself in the sight of the Lord,” and while that’s a good thing to do independently, we should remember to thank the Lord for the things and people He sends our way to help us a little in our journey.