In my church, I get to deal with kids quite a bit. There is a 10 year old boy (lets call him J) who I have a very soft spot in my heart for. He struggles severely with ADD, and his parents are just recently divorced. His dad is remarried and is supposed to have joint custody of him, but he hardly ever seems to get to go there. During a lesson about fathers, the teacher suggested going home and writing a letter to the kids' fathers and putting it in their shoe so they would find it when they went to work. She said to the kids, "We need to thank our fathers for what they do for us, because our dads really love us."
J raised his hand and said, "My dad doesn't love me."
The teacher reassured him that his dad did love him. Then, under his breath and in the saddest tone J whispered, "Well, he sure doesn't act like it."
This broke my heart. I went home just wishing I could go tell his father what I thought of him. I can't help but wonder, do our children really know that we love them? Even when there are some days that it is very difficult to love them, we need to constantly reiterate to our little ones just how much they are loved. Although I couldn't give J a big hug like I wanted to, I did go home and give my little man one.
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