| Although some of you can hardly
grasp the idea, there is a little three-year-old girl who hates
football. It isn't because she is scared of crowds or sensitive
to noise. It isn't because a ball was kicked into the stands
and hit her. She hates football because... Well, let me hold
off on telling you why.
Truth be told, the incident I'm about to share with you could
be recounted in terms of baseball or fishing, soccer or bowling,
basketball or skiing. And in case you aren't a sports fan, it
fits just as well with reading, yard work, or crossword puzzles.
Much to my discomfort, it even speaks to church work.
Wanda was babysitting for a three-year-old whom she described
as a "petite, dark-eyed, curly-haired bundle of love."
As they played and made an evening of girl things, it came to
Wanda that it would be the crowning event of their night to
polish Carly's fingernails and toenails. She was thrilled at
the idea.
"Do you want orange polish?" Wanda asked. "I
know your Daddy just loves the ‘Big Orange' football team.""No!"
said Carly. And her beautiful eyes were filled with anger! "I
hate football. All Daddy says is ‘Carly, be quiet so I
can hear the game' and ‘Carly, get out of my way so I
can see the game,' and ‘Carly, go upstairs and leave me
alone so I can see my football game.' "
Wanda's heart broke as she saw the pain in a little girl's
eyes and heard the anger in so sweet a voice. "I know in
my heart no parent wants their child to feel that way,"
she said. "And I know in ten years the score of a football
game will mean absolutely nothing. But will this child ever
get over the hurt?"
The best thing dads and moms can give our children is ourselves.
That means presence, time, and attention. It means letting them
know their value by looking them in the eyes, playing their
games, and getting into their world. It also means setting priorities
and sometimes giving up a big-screen play for a real-life hug,
a committee meeting for a recital, or a new novel for an old
Golden Book.
To believe they are valuable to God, children must know they
matter to their own flesh-and-blood parents. Because nobody
wants to be the parent of a runaway prodigal, we must keep our
hearts, laps, and arms open to our kids. Otherwise they could
wind up hating sports or planes or God on account of us.
--Rubel
Shelly |