Saturday, September 28, 2013

Holding A Head High

I had a son make a bad choice this week.  It wasn't a life-changing bad choice, but a "wish ya hadn't" sorta choice.  He was caught in his malfeasance and a punishment was doled out...publicly.

I listened to his story and then I doled out advice and suggestions.  He hung his head low and expressed a deep sense of embarrassment and remorse over the whole ordeal.  

"I'm not going back," he cried.  "I can't."

"You can," I replied.  "You will."

That's when I knew he was about to embark on a major life lesson; he would learn the art of holding one's head high when it would be so much more comfortable to crawl into a hole.  A lesson even adults find difficult!

I clutched his shoulder and gazed into his eyes.  I said, "Remember, we are not defined by our mistakes.  You are not defined by your mistakes.  You are more than your mistakes.  You are walking into a room of imperfect people.  They'll forget about yours in a week, if that."

He rallied.

The next night he returned to the "scene of the crime."  He was quiet.  I could tell he was nervous.  But he pulled his shoulders back and held his head high.  That a boy!  That's my boy!

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