I'm proud of you. I want you to always know that. I will always be proud of you. You are my son.
I'm proud of the way that you were always excited for soccer practice.
I'm proud of the way that you tried new things when Coach told you.
I'm proud of the way that you interacted with the other boys.
I'm proud that you were presented with opportunities to turn the other cheek.
I'm proud that you are learning to do that.
I'm proud that you have self-control.
Last night, is a night you will probably remember into adulthood. It is a night that I won't soon forget. My heart hurts for you, buddy. I want you to know that. I wish that it wouldn't have happened. I wish that the trophies would have gotten double checked. I wish that there were nine total instead of eight. I wish that your name didn't get left off the list. I wish I didn't have to hear you ask "Why is my trophy smaller?" and "Does this one say Sage on it, like the others?" I wish I didn't have to explain to you that mistakes happen.
My heart hurts when I think about how excited you were all day for that one evening. An evening that wasn't totally ruined, it just didn't turn out the way it should have. Man will fail us. God will not.
1 Corinthians 9:25 "Everyone who competes in the game goes into strict training. They do it to get a prize that will not last; but we do it to get a prize that will last forever."
Press on for the trophy that will last!
I love you to the moon and stars, back to earth, back up and back down again.
Love,
Mama
Do I hear an echo: "Why am I the one who always has to have character?"
ReplyDeleteI love you Punkin. My heart hurts with yours and more than likely you will remember that night longer than Sage. You are teaching him correctly!!
Love,
Mom
Oh my goodness... I don't even know what to say except that you are raising your boys up with such strength and courage. I can't imagine how your heart broke.
ReplyDeleteAnd dear precious Sage, I hope that you know that the character you showed last night is just a glimpse of the AMAZING man God has crafted you to be. You are going to do BIG things sweet one!
My throat has a lump in it the size of Mt. Everest. Ugh!
ReplyDeleteLast night was also a challenging night for our household. We had a cake auction for boyscouts and we made a KILLER cake. It was phenomenal. BUT, Caleb didn't place and it was also a mistake. The guy judging the cakes even verbally asked, "Didn't this cake get a ribbon?" I can't express in words how hard it is to explain to your child why something didn't turn out "right."
Like your mom said, you're teaching him correctly even when correctly hurts like the dickens! Who knew being a parent would hurt so much sometimes?
sage has such a wonderful mom to walk with him through all of life's firsts!
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Ditto to what's already been posted. As a Mom there will be many more times this side of heaven to choose to "build character"~~in both your children and their parents! Keep doing the great job that you've begun.
ReplyDeleteoh momma, that lesson breaks my heart and i wasn't even experiencing it firsthand. thank you for boldly paving the way of how to teach character in all circumstances.
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