Be still, and know that I am God.
Leaving it all on the field
It hurts at times when you see your little guy fail on the football field. He eats dust but gets back up to line up again. He is thrown the football and suddenly, he holds on to it like gold and he runs, that little guy everyone sees speed through the defensive wall closing in on him. It’s amazing, these two legs, lower on the ground than the other kids, sprinting to the end zone to victory.
Then it doesn’t hurt anymore, does it? This deep regret that the season is about finished and the next time he’ll be on the field will be in another 11 months. What else is there to do, but take photos like the obnoxious mom that I am, poised to point and shoot before the moment escapes into history, that small moment in my small hands, held for seconds that we’ll recall when he’s old, when he’s hung up his jersey in the closet and has worn it until his shoulders don’t fit into it anymore.
I love the grace, love, and humour here. You caught the spirit of the game, and of parenthood, perfectly. What a gift you have for writing!
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Thank you, Andrew, for your kind thoughts here. Glad this short prose spoke to you!
oh, this gave me goosebumps. I’m so full of wistfulness. I’ve literally just come from watching a video of my own little guy getting baptised, and feeling privileged that I was there to witness it. These moments float past so quickly – I love how you’ve captured it. Coming to you via FMF – loved your take on overcoming. You have a beautiful gift. Do find me at tanyamarlow.com if you want to connect – I write about finding God in hard places.
Thank you, Tanya, for your kind words. What a privilege to meet new believers via FMF. I am so blessed by you stopping by to visit my site and comment. I too get nostalgic for the past and want to hold on to every moment possible that is fleeting. It is I think how God created us, right, with longing and remembrance. I am sure He would like us to remember Him more profoundly when we are triggered by our own wistfulness…Thanks for showing me something new here!
Love this post. I have two boys, so I can relate to watching them and feeling inspired. 🙂
Thank you, Denise! Boys are wonderful equalizers to this mama and yes, they do inspire me to be more patient and longsuffering!
This one made me smile. I don’t have kids of my own, but there’s really nothing like watching little ones play their hearts out. They truly leave it all out on the field.
Thanks, Marie, for that sweet thought! I am grateful to see how much the little ones can teach us about perseverance! Humbling thoughts.