“You can always tell the parents who haven’t spent enough time playing with and teaching their kids. They take it out on their kids by yelling at soccer games, griping about teachers and schools, trying desperately to recapture in a few moments those months and months of failure to invest.” –Joshua Barron
Today, this was me. Caed ran around the field like a madman … back and forth, running running running. He didn’t kick much, probably because he’s my kid and he thinks too much … always out-positioning the other team. Come on … he’s five years old … the strategy he’s developing was impressive. So sure, I gave him the thumbs up several times, I hugged him and told him I was proud of him, but will he remember those things? In the face of a raging tiger do you remember that there’s a kitty down inside? I don’t know … but somehow, I doubt it.
On the way home Kristen said, “I’m embarrassed for you.” Ouch. Reality-check. Whew.
I’m not quite sure how to handle that …
- How many guys do I know that are forever screaming at the game on Sunday … for a team they’ll never meet?
- How many people never wake up out of the stupor of their lives with enough care, concern, outrage, or dismay?
- How many careless words are spoken about things that are not important?
Aha … this is a good argument … except it avoids the real issue by focusing on the actions of others. Hmmm … maybe identity and self-control are the real issues.
Days and weeks of pursuing wisdom … responding out of who I am in Christ instead of reacting out of my failure, insecurity, and need … over and over making good choices at work, at home, with friends, with family, with peers and colleagues. All of this good investment is quickly shot on a 45 minute soccer game? NOOOOO! What am I doing?
I do NOT want this to be me.
Pouting? Kristen saw me writing this and told me I was pouting. Hmmm. Maybe. I hope not, but it is something I’ll have to consider.
I think I’m just processing out loud … which is generally the most productive method for me … so here it is for the record. 🙂
Rash language cuts and maims, but there is healing in the words of the wise. — Proverbs 12:18 (The Message)