boys-faceThe eagerness of little boys – for what?  He will grow on what he eats, and he needs more than veggies!


I knock, Mom answers. “I’m a Sunday School teacher. Can your son come to my class – just down a couple of blocks – 9:45 Sunday morning – meet other kids – study the Bible.”

There he stands. I looked through his eyes, into the spirit of a child. A spark, interest, excitement, new horizons. He’s about nine years old, and he is wondering what happens “out there.”

Oh, but I must listen – be polite to mom. She is explaining that they only have Sundays to sleep in – have work to do – not raised in our denomination – only Sundays to catch up on everything – having visitors over – he must rest, he was sick last week – going to spend the night with a friend – she’s been too busy to have his clothes ready …..I focus , back to this door, this mom. This is an “only-Sunday-to-sleep-in” mom. Others came from other moms, other doors.

My spirit cries, “I’m being honest. Don’t you know? Please. Can’t you see what’s in his eyes?”

Tomorrow, next week, next year – maybe two – but sometime soon, when he knows he doesn’t have to stand that close to mom, when he knows the reasons are only excuses, when the “call” cannot be quieted. Another will come. But not to mom – not to the door.


(Dedicated to little boys whose invitation comes from strangers on the playground, buddies behind the fence, the lure of online.  To those who are not armed.  Remember Nancy Reagan’s motto:  Just Say No  That has to be backed with some armor and ammo that gives strength to recognize and walk away from evil. Little Boys, I Love You.  Jesus Loves You.)

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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3 Responses to BOYS – HANDLE WITH CARE

  1. Faye says:

    R.I. Teaching and Sunday School Teaching – memories for me of the golden days now past. Political correctness dictates – not like the spontaneous love that prompted outreach to children to be so strong. Now it is very much a PRESENCE evangelism. Live the Life and BE an Ambassador for Christ in all things. Bless all those little children, now, past and in the future who will find their Way to ‘better’ as long as folks continue to love and care. Blessings!

  2. oneta hayes says:

    Nice comment. I now have only memories of the work with this age. Except of course, my own greats – but no boys among them that I get to see rarely. That happens often in blended families, I guess.

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