Soccer season is over. It sure was fun while it lasted… Armon is the third boy from the left, standing. The games were always on Saturday AM. It was okay when they started, but then Autumn set in and cool temperatures. A butterfly was on the field! A woman rescued it and then sent it on its way before it got trampled by the players! Then really cold temperatures hit! Jerry and me. Elmise and Mama. Haleigh on her iPhone! Mama and Papa. Jessica, Ki and Erin. Sometimes good friends came! We loved watching the young boys play. Some were very good players and some were only there because their mother’s had signed them up!!! But even those boys got better as the season went by. Our grandson, Armon, shows great ability as a soccer player and as an athlete. He was determined and shows athletic ability! He was the goalie in a couple of games. For these young boys, the positions were traded off so they each had a turn to play each position. In this picture, he was catching the ball just in time. In the next picture, he was down on top of the ball before it went in for a score! You can see him on the ground with the ball. Winning or losing is not emphasized in this league, learning the game and learning good sportsmanship is what matters. Here are the medals each boy earned and received today. I’m showing both sides of the medal. The name of Armon’s team was Destroyers!
For the first half of the game Armon was goalie. His team is wearing light-colored shirts. Sorry, Michael got right smack in the way so we can’t see the ball but Armon did get it. It’s okay, Michael, you were doing good!
Armon’s birthday was this week so his party was Wednesday late afternoon just before soccer practice. He asked me to make him a soccer field cake! So…here it is! Nothing too great but he thought it was!
That’s all that matters! My grandson, Armon, the soccer player!!!
Happy Birthday, Armon! Here you are with the birthday dinner you ordered: stuffed green peppers! I don’t know of any other kid who would order that! You’re an amazing kid! You also ordered a soccer ball birthday cake!
You’re now ten years old! Wow! Where have the years gone? I think you had a good day today. You talked with Tyler and his girl friend sent you a sweet message. You took cupcakes to school that I saw you baking yourself yesterday! Tomorrow is your birthday party just before your soccer practice. I hope you’ll be able to run and practice well after eating cake with frosting!
Heavenly Father, thank You for Armon! He’s a sweet boy. Thank You for giving him to us as our grandson. We love him. Please be near him. help him to love and serve You. Help him in school. Help him with the problems he has. Please keep him safe as he plays soccer. He’s a son, brother, grandson, cousin, nephew, friend and neighbor. I love Armon so much and You love him even more!
I stopped into the supermarket to buy some pizza sauce and pepperoni so my grand-kids and I could make home-made pizza for Saturday evening supper. It was going to be sooo good! Bacon, ground beef, pepperoni, green pepper, onion, olives, lots of cheese! Sound good? It was! But…back to our stop at the supermarket. I had one grandson with me. He’s a special little guy. The star of his soccer team. Nine years old. He loves to help me out any way he can.
We were at the self-serve check-out, with only a few items. A mother and son were across from us. The boy was about the same size as my grandson but possibly younger. He had red hair and was very fair-skinned. My grandson has black hair and very dark skin. Okay, he’s black. He’s actually from Haiti. Suddenly the white boy came running over to us, right up to my grandson and began planting a kiss. In his surprise, my grandson flinched and so the kiss actually landed on his shoulder! Thank goodness! The boy turned and walked back to his mother.
We were both in shock! We both turned to look at them. They were looking at us. In hind sight I think I should have gone over and talked to the mother, but in my shock, I finished our business and we left.
My poor grandson, he kept asking me why the boy kissed him. I said, “I didn’t know. He should not have done that.” Why did he do it?
Finally that evening I said, “Color of skin doesn’t make any difference. But sometimes when a person sees someone who looks entirely different they want to express their feelings. So maybe, because that boy is soooo white and you are so dark, he may have wanted you to know color to him doesn’t matter. He loves you!” I told him how sorry I was that that happened and I loved him very much. Well…he nodded and walked away. I could tell it still bothered him.
How to handle difficult situations… I don’t know. Thank goodness I serve a God who understands and loves us. I pray for my grandchildren everyday, by name. There are 15 of them and they live all over North America. I’m trusting God to watch over each one of them.
And yes, God knows about the situation I just wrote about. I’m leaving it in His Hands.