Sunday, February 26, 2012
The Ache of the Tenderhearted
For a while, I have watched my tenderhearted boy become closed off. Oh, he's friendly and people adore him. When he's in a social setting he shines. But there came a day that he stopped calling friends to do things. He no longer initiated having friends to the house. He would gladly go when invited, but he stopped doing the inviting. This was very disconcerting as a mother to watch my gregarious outgoing boy, become the one who waited to see if anyone would invite him to go.
A year or so ago, there was this girl...he really liked her...there was this girl. On Valentine's Day he had given her a little trinket and a card. She had laughed at him with her friends and told him she didn't want it. My tenderhearted son was crushed, rejected, bruised. Now, believe me, I get "puppy love". After raising 6 kids I've seen more than my share of it and had many a talk with my children about it. But this was different. There was cruelty and public rejection of a boy who feels things so strongly, that it changed him.
This was a shining example of how seemingly harmless words and actions can actually bruise someone's soul and change who they are. If we can tear someone down so easily, then maybe, if we're conscious of our words and actions, we can build them up, instead. As I talked with my boy that evening, I met his gaze with love and strength. I wanted him to set that pain down and try again. I prayed that he would lay it at the foot of the cross and leave it there. The next week, when he came home from school, his face was lit up and I saw peace in his eyes. He had asked a large group of friends to do something and they had all said yes and they had a wonderful time. I thank God for healing that wounded place in my son, my boy.
From His lap,