When I was a Child….

I love First Corinthians Chapter 13, in fact, it is the love chapter.

Today, I was reminded of the love chapter when I read a post on Facebook. A mother was praising her child for making the honor roll and, like most of us, she called the child’s grandmother so that she, too, could join in the excitement. However, granny was pre-occupied and could not have cared less. My heart ached when I read the story, because I was immediately reminded how insignificant I was growing up.

The social media experts had a variety of comments–mostly supportive; however, a couple had great advice, but they missed the love chapter. Essentially, they felt this was a great opportunity to teach the youngster not to seek external validation. REALLY???? There are some old, crusty folks who still seek external validation; to expect such mature behavior from a young person is unrealistic.

When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child. 1 Corinthians 13:11

I won’t spend a lot of time nurturing grown people, but children–anybody’s child–gets my validation–at all times, because they are   C H I L D R E N and so worthy of love, attention and anything they need to develop into emotionally healthy adults.

Now, here is what really grates my nerves on this topic:

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Unfortunately, women are experts in this area. The males in their lives can behave any way–childish, ignorant, selfish–anything will do. As long as there is a BODY, anyBODY will do–women are so desperate it sickens me.

Grow up–if anyone deserves your understanding, compassion and tolerance, it is your child and NOT SOME CHILDISH MAN or WOMAN.

But when I became a man, I put away childish things.

Nurture your children and send those over-aged folks back to their mommies.

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