The kids love going to the playground, and one of the things I’ve noticed from the bench where I sit is that some of their distinct traits come to light as they play.
Abby is a tenacious little thing. Last summer (and again tonight, as she had been somewhat out of practice) she decided to give the monkey bars a try. She was nervous and scared and she spent forever standing on the edge of the platform, then hanging on the first rung, only to put her feet back on the platform again because she was scared. But I kept watching and she kept trying. Then she got up the nerve to go to rung two. Then she fell. But she tried again. And fell. And again, and again, and again… Finally, she was in tears, and I encouraged her, then suggested she take a break and try another day.
She wouldn’t.
She cried and kept trying. Over and over until her hands were bleeding and she finally did it. She was so proud. Mama was too. She’s like this in a lot of ways – at school, at play. This girl just doesn’t give up.
That boy’s gonna give me a heart attack someday.
It doesn’t take much playground observation to see that the child is fearless. He is always jumping off things, exploring, and blazing his own trail. Behind all the motherly nervousness, though, I think it’s cool. Really cool. With God’s guidance, I think that trait will serve him well.
So glad I get to have a front row seat to watching these two become amazing people.
Psalm 139:13-14
13 For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
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