Last year, I took my son Wyatt to the circus and we sat in the very front row. He was excited. Until I sat down and crushed his fingers in the chair.
Several weeks ago, I took him to a special playground. A big one. One he'd never seen before. He was excited. Until he stepped on a wooden spike that drove right through his Crocs into his foot.
Two weeks ago, I took him to a petting zoo with peacocks, goats and a large playground in the middle. He was excited. Until he climbed a rope and swung his head like a coconut into a large wooden beam.
Just the other day, I was wrestling with my boys. Wyatt was on my back like a cowboy. We were fending off Dylan the dragon. He was excited. Until I rolled over onto his foot and hyper-extended his big toe.
I'm just trying not to hurt my son, ya know?
It's all I can do not to hurt his body... let alone his spirit.
Father, help me be the protector of my sons, not their oppressor. Help me to be gentle with their spirits and encourage them to be all they can be. Help me not to put my work ahead of them, to not chase my ambitions over my time with them. May they look back on their lives when I am old and gray and credit their faith in Christ to my nurturing guidance.
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