"Children, obey your parents...
for this is right"
I went for a walk with my kids last week down a nature trail near our house. Yes, that walk. We went to a beautiful area where there's a small stream, and a good sized pond, and rocks to climb both up and down. There are untold wonders for my Amazing Boy to explore, and my Awesome Girl to photograph.
|Exploring Boy, photographed by Photographing Girl|
But he also enjoys finding man-made treasures, too. For instance, balls of any sport ~ his record was finding a baseball, golf ball, and lacrosse ball, all on the same hike. Of course, there are times when I have to say to him, "I don't think you should keep that. Someone might come back looking for that." Or, "Oh, gross. No, I am not putting that in my purse. If you want it, you carry it." 'Cuz after all, he's a boy. Which I love about him...
So on this last walk, I pointed out a baseball to him. I think baseballs are okay to keep when you find them, unless you can try to find the owner nearby. As a matter of fact, I think baseballs are like dollar bills ~ there's only so many of them out there; they just keep getting passed from hand to hand. He loses one, he finds a different one, and meanwhile, some boy who lost one is enjoying the one my son lost. Nice system, right?
So he climbed down a small bluff by the stream, to get a better look at this baseball, and decide if it was in good enough condition to bother saving. He decided it wasn't ~ too scuffed up and old, I guess ~ and he pulled his arm back to throw it in the stream. I told him not to, thinking A) some other boy might come along and want it, and throwing it in the stream would ruin it; and 2) I think the less man-made stuff in the stream, the better. I know that artificial coral reefs can be a good thing, but I don't think a baseball in a stream counts as an artificial reef.
Anyhow, I told him not to, and then I said, "Come on, let's keep moving," and I turned my back to continue walking.
And then I heard a splash.
I whipped my head around, astounded, but immediately grinned to myself when I saw that the baseball was still in his hand. For a second I thought he had thrown it in the water anyway. My kids aren't perfect, but I really can't see either one of them disobeying a direct order. He had just picked up a nearby rock, and thrown that in.
And I was a little surprised at myself that I had doubted him, even for an instant. That's just not him, and I should have known it. Perfect? No. But doing their best to live lives that please God, and a mom can't ask for more than that.
~ "I have no greater joy
than to know that my children walk in truth." ~
3 John 1:4