When I picked up Harrison from school today, I noticed that the knees of his nice school jeans were bright green. My eyes then traveled to the knees of the little boy I babysit. What do you know! Same bright green! For some reason, their matching grass stained knees struck me as really funny, and I began to laugh. I saw my friend in the parking lot, and when I shared my observation with her, she pointed to her 2nd grade son’s knees. Yup, green too. A lady I don’t even know overheard our conversation and pointed out to us that her son’s knees were green as well! We all shared a good laugh and my friend said that they might as well just make boys’ jeans to have green knees! We then all noticed that every girl near us had completely clean knees! Every last one of them!
As I was driving home, I was thinking about what those grass stained knees show about the way God created boys. About the desire He gave them to be the fastest runner (I could name to you right now all of the top runners in Harrison’s class in order! According to his calculations, he is now in 2nd place:) ), to show off their strength (when Harrison sees his best buddies, the first thing they do is start wrestling), to be brave, to be tough.
On Saturday, the same friend that I saw in the parking lot stopped by my house and as always, our 2 boys immediately began climbing the tree in our side yard like 2 little bear cubs. Later Nick told me that a lady stopped her car and sweetly informed him, “Excuse me, Sir, did you know that your 2 babies are very high up in that tree?” Sure enough, they were a few feet from the top. Of our VERY tall Redwood. Nonchalantly, Nick blew it off by saying, “Oh, yah, I know they’re up there. They’re fine.”
Today on the phone I told my friend about this lady’s concern for our sons’ well-being, and she exclaimed, “That is what is wrong with this world today! People see boys higher than 6 feet up in a tree and they freak out! When did our society stop letting boys be boys? This is just detrimental!” A world full of wimpy, passive men would be detrimental, indeed.
So that means that for a decade (or maybe 2?) I’ll have to deal with pits dug in my backyard with shovels, grass stained knees, competitive races and bike tricks that make my palms sweat and my heart race. I have to admit that it has taken me awhile to accept these things. I grew up with only sisters so I’m just not used to this stuff! We played with dolls! We dressed up in our mom’s old bridesmaid dresses! At first seeing Harrison just above my head in our Olive Tree scared me to death. But Nick has done a good job teaching me that boys need to do these things. “It’s just what they do.”
I was a proud mama yesterday. A really sweet, lovely little girl from Harrison’s class is having a special birthday party during Spring Break at a ranch where the kids get to ride horse back on a trail ride. She only got to invite her 4 best friends, so she invited 3 other sweet girls from the class and………HARRISON!!! I couldn’t believe it! This sweet girl picked my rough and tumble son! It made me so proud of him to know that even though he can be competitive and wild, that he also must be kind and gentle to the girls at school for him to get such an invitation.
My prayer for my sons is that all throughout their lives they use the gifts of strength, speed and courage God has blessed them with to further His Kingdom, while treating people with kindness, gentleness and love.