Drama and the Pack...

Sure, ...boys in the world that we see in our faces every day are able to move and groove on like dogs in a pack. It is my faith filled belief that God did this on purpose. One gets out of line...another bites the neck of the one who is misbehaving. OH...there might be a scuffle, some growls, a short split. But soon enough, they all get to barking and loving life, running along and grudges are not really held.

But, they are still human.

Teen age boys have drama.

They aren't dogs with instincts.

My teenager bit one who was misbehaving. His MORAL compass was DEAD ON right. However, ...my teen has yet to realize he isn't the leader of the pack yet. He is having to take a little chastising from the rest of the pack for doing so...he is being taught that he may have stepped a few rungs higher on the ladder than he should have at this time...

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Ahh....drama and the pack life. Girls don't have this "pack life". Another God given thing...and it is good.

Wow...this one is hard for me to watch. But I know that I have to let it happen. I have to watch him fall to the wayside, lick his wounds...and figure it out how to pull himself back into the pack.

God made them this way, but it doesn't stop the tears. He looks for help, but just like any good "momma dog", ...I am out. I let him know I love him, but I have to turn away...I can't step in on this one. I can't save him from anything...the best I can do is behind the scene...nudge him back and walk away.

Proverbs 22:6

Train a child in the way he should go,and when he is old he will not turn from it.

OH Brother! ...and the beloved "front seat".

...who are these people? And what is it about the front seat of a car? This story is short...and it is something I am learning about 'brotherly love'. And I truly mean the love of sibling brothers.

Coming home from the ball field the other night...my youngest two were laughing, tossing the ball around. Walking to the car, telling tales of how the games went down. Then as I sat behind the wheel I looked to my right and I heard 'its my turn'.

Within seconds, I was out the door and running twenty feet into the parking lot to break up what appeared to be an episode of "Tap Out". Arms punching, feet squashing, and eyes on FIRE!

The whole thing was started, played out and over within 20 seconds...jokes about underwear continued in the back seat on the way home.

Yea...did you catch that. From the BACK SEAT!

Brothers...baseball, punches and underwear.

11:02 PM.

It's 11:02 PM. All I really wanted after a week of driving everywhere was to hang out and watch TV. ....wait, ...NO! I didn't drive everywhere...not at all. I drove from work, to Aiken El, to Aiken High to the Ball field.

Every day.

A couple of times a day.

...By Wednesday, I was laughing. Thursday I was crying. Tonight...I am numb. Forward Motion. Forward Motion is a mantra. It is a VIRTUE. It is a quest. When even the slightest movement in a relatively FORWARD Motion is enough to keep motivated! Am I speakin' to somebody?? :-)

...Now, now I am laying me down to sleep. I am praying the souls of my KIDS the Lord is to keep. And if I die before I should wake...Lord bless my kids dearly for GOODNESS sakes!

Its Friday, at 11:20. I am staring at the ceiling hearing the bumps and footsteps of kids who know that there are no alarms tomorrow. No hurry ups. No where are my shoes. No book bags, badges, lunch monies...They will be up at the crack of dawn though. God love 'em. It will be Saturday and they might just MISS something if they don't get up early on a Saturday morning...

I was the very same way at their age. Couldn't help it. Wouldn't have traded early Saturday mornings in front of the tv for anything. I still wouldn't trade the early Saturday mornings in this season of my life either...I can't see as well. Watching different cartoons. Wearing bigger clothes...but just "not missing" Saturday morning what it is all about!