I saw this float across one of my social media timelines the other day and I feel compelled to share it. Apologies to who originally shared it… I can’t for the life of me remember and I’d love to give you credit I’m sharing it because it’s got a great message and I wanted to make sure that message gets heard. I also wanted to have it available to me at a moments notice (via my site) should I ever need to put some asshole in their place.
Apparently, this is a poem by Chaplain Bob Fox called He Is Just A Little Boy. Anyone who knows me know that I live for my 3 boys so when I run across something so pertinent to my life I’ve got to share.
He stands at the plate
with his heart pounding fast.
The bases are loaded,
the die has been cast.
Mom and Dad cannot help him,
he stands all alone.
A hit at this moment
would send his team home.
The ball meets the plate,
he swings and he misses.
There’s a groan from the crowd,
with some boos and some hisses.
A thoughtless voice cries,
“Strike out the bum.”
Tears fill his eyes,
the game’s no longer fun.
So open up your heart
and give him a break,
for it’s moments like this,
a man you can make.
Please keep this in mind
when you hear someone forget,
He is just a little boy,
and not a man yet.
I’ve never been one of those parents who thinks every kid should get a trophy. They shouldn’t. But there’s a difference between good clean compition and forgetting what childhood is all about.
Pure… unadulterated… fun.
Summer starts tonight. Enjoy it… and make sure your kids do too.
