My Boys? Let ’em suffer.
Can’t say I would have chosen this sport but it’s here in a big way. In the four years that my kids have been riding most of the tears have had to do with saying goodbye to Oregon BMX since we don’t have a track where we live in Hawaii.
That is, until this past summer…
It’s hard to watch the tears rolling down my child’s face. But if I believe in God and what His word says I’ll just let the tears pool in big wet puddles. The Good Book says, “that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope.”
We’ve all seen enough movies to know that this is true. The best stories HAVE to include suffering. It’s how that suffering is handled that bears the fruit of character, belief, and confidence.
I’ve heard if you help a butterfly out of it’s cocoon that their wings won’t fully develop and they’ll die. First time I watched one emerge it was mighty tempting to give it a little help while looking at the rumpled wings.
Who knew the opportunity to teach, experience, and live; kindness, thoughtfulness, humility, perseverance, courage, and endurance, first hand would be found on a dusty bike track.
I’m proud of you boys when you’re hunched over the handlebars crying, but it’s really nice to have something cool to pack up and bring back to Hawaii with us.