Showing posts with label His Royal Highness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label His Royal Highness. Show all posts
Sunday, September 25, 2011
won't you blow your horn
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
pray for your freshman
all you parents of freshmen out there, raise your hands -- woot woot! what a different time in our lives, right? our role in our child's life changed the minute that dorm room door closed behind us on move-in day. what didn't change is our responsibility to pray for that child as he/she adjusts to life with a bit more freedom.
there is a well worn list in my infamous red folder -- the list is actually dated August 1996 -- that I copied from a magazine article about being a praying parent. I wrote 'college years' across the top knowing that one day, just as my relationship with my child would change, so would the nature of my prayers.
i'm praying for....
safety. on campus, in the dorm, on the practice field, on the road as he travels to/from home.
godly friends. to encourage him, to pray with him, to hold him accountable, to show him good, clean fun.
ability to be all God made him to be. whatever he does, do it with all God gave him.
using God-giving talents. use them to make a difference in the lives of others. leave a good mark on the world.
sexual purity. save it for the spouse - God designed it that way. then you don't have to worry about all the other concerns that come with promiscuity.
wisdom. for making choices, for knowing what to do in all situations, for discerning the best use of his time.
there's no right or wrong way to pray for your freshman -- like Nike says -- just do it!
there is a well worn list in my infamous red folder -- the list is actually dated August 1996 -- that I copied from a magazine article about being a praying parent. I wrote 'college years' across the top knowing that one day, just as my relationship with my child would change, so would the nature of my prayers.
i'm praying for....
safety. on campus, in the dorm, on the practice field, on the road as he travels to/from home.
godly friends. to encourage him, to pray with him, to hold him accountable, to show him good, clean fun.
ability to be all God made him to be. whatever he does, do it with all God gave him.
using God-giving talents. use them to make a difference in the lives of others. leave a good mark on the world.
sexual purity. save it for the spouse - God designed it that way. then you don't have to worry about all the other concerns that come with promiscuity.
wisdom. for making choices, for knowing what to do in all situations, for discerning the best use of his time.
there's no right or wrong way to pray for your freshman -- like Nike says -- just do it!
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
big man on campus
His Royal Highness headed off to college Tuesday. It wasn't easy for his mom, you know, but at least I got the tears out before the big day. I didn't check in with him at the housing office, I didn't stand in line at the band registration table with him, and I didn't tell him which cubby to put his underwear in, either. I just threw him to the wolves, I think. And he figured things out quite nicely.
I did make his bed, though, because what guy really knows that the proper order for bedding is a zippered, antimicrobial, anti-bed bug mattress protector first, followed by the quilted mattress pad, a five-zone egg crate pad, then the moisture-wicking down-filled mattress topper, a fitted sheet, a contrasting print flat sheet and then the comforter. I don't think I've ever slept on such luxury in all my years.
He's so busy with band that I'm sure time is flying for him. While he's learning the ropes and trying to become the big man on campus, I prefer to think he's away at summer camp...a really long summer camp.
teach him gently world
Many years ago, the words of Abraham Lincoln were more than perfect for a mom sending her firstborn off to 'big boy' school for the first time. Fast forward and they are just as appropriate today as that firstborn headed off to college:
"World, take my son by the hand - he starts to school today.
It's all going to be strange and new to him for a while and I wish you would sort of treat him gently. You, see, up to now, he's been king of the roost. He's been the boss of the backyard. I have always been around to repair his wounds and I've always been handy to soothe his feelings.
But now...things are going to be different. This morning he's going to walk down the front steps, wave his hand and start on a great adventure that probably will include wars and tragedy and sorrow.
To live in this world will require faith and love and courage. So, World, I wish you would sort of take him by the hand and teach him the things he will have to know.
Teach him, but gently if you can.
He will have to learn, I know, that all men are not just - that all men are not true. Teach him for that every scoundrel , there is a hero; that for every crooked politician there is a dedicated leader. Teach him that for every enemy, there is a friend.
Let him learn early that bullies are the easiest to lick...
Teach him that it is far more honorable to fail than to cheat. Teach him to have faith in his own ideas, even if everyone else tells him they are wrong.
Try to give my son the strength not to follow the crowd when everyone else is getting on the bandwagon. Teach him to listen to all men, but to filter all he hears on a screen of truth and to take only the good that comes through.
Teach him to sell his brawn and brains to the highest bidder but never to put a price tag on his heart and soul. Teach him to close his ears on a howling mob - and to stand up and fight if he thinks he's right.
Teach him gently, World, but don't soothe him, because only the test of fire makes fine steel.
This is a big order, World, but see what you can do. He's such a nice little fellow...
"World, take my son by the hand - he starts to school today.
It's all going to be strange and new to him for a while and I wish you would sort of treat him gently. You, see, up to now, he's been king of the roost. He's been the boss of the backyard. I have always been around to repair his wounds and I've always been handy to soothe his feelings.
But now...things are going to be different. This morning he's going to walk down the front steps, wave his hand and start on a great adventure that probably will include wars and tragedy and sorrow.
To live in this world will require faith and love and courage. So, World, I wish you would sort of take him by the hand and teach him the things he will have to know.
Teach him, but gently if you can.
He will have to learn, I know, that all men are not just - that all men are not true. Teach him for that every scoundrel , there is a hero; that for every crooked politician there is a dedicated leader. Teach him that for every enemy, there is a friend.
Let him learn early that bullies are the easiest to lick...
Teach him that it is far more honorable to fail than to cheat. Teach him to have faith in his own ideas, even if everyone else tells him they are wrong.
Try to give my son the strength not to follow the crowd when everyone else is getting on the bandwagon. Teach him to listen to all men, but to filter all he hears on a screen of truth and to take only the good that comes through.
Teach him to sell his brawn and brains to the highest bidder but never to put a price tag on his heart and soul. Teach him to close his ears on a howling mob - and to stand up and fight if he thinks he's right.
Teach him gently, World, but don't soothe him, because only the test of fire makes fine steel.
This is a big order, World, but see what you can do. He's such a nice little fellow...
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Party Like It's Your Birthday
did you ever have a birthday party where the whole senior class got all dressed up and rolled out the red carpet and showed your baby pictures and stuff while you ate prime rib and talked silly high school things with all your friends? me neither. kids these days... Saturday, April 2, 2011
He's All Legal and Junk
long ago (like eighteen years, duh),
bread was 75 cents a loaf,
you could get a gallon of gas for the same price as a dozen eggs
(one dollar and seventeen cents, can you hardly believe that, huh?),
mailing a letter would set you back a whopping 29 cents, minimum wage was $4.25/hr.,
slick willy was in charge, and the DOW average was 3,754
(what chaos that would cause this day, right),
and a girl had a baby boy and named him cody because she liked it.
he's called his royal highness now because he likes it.
HRH went and grew up and i'd like to announce that as of today he is completely responsible for whatever, whatever he gets into and i'm here to say happy birthday to the world's newest adult. scary.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
In Honor of Black History Month
In honor of Black History Month, I share this story...
Way back in elementary school -- you know, like eight years ago -- His Royal Highness was assigned the role of Wally Amos, of Famous Amos cookie fame, in the 4th grade Black History Month assembly. He studied his lines for weeks, memorized them all and said them word for word in the rehearsals.
But, alas, he was too white and nerdy. He couldn't get the 'walk' down and so he lost the part to a 'more African American like' white kid. And his chance at fame was gone.
*Note: words in quotations were those of his teacher.
Way back in elementary school -- you know, like eight years ago -- His Royal Highness was assigned the role of Wally Amos, of Famous Amos cookie fame, in the 4th grade Black History Month assembly. He studied his lines for weeks, memorized them all and said them word for word in the rehearsals.
But, alas, he was too white and nerdy. He couldn't get the 'walk' down and so he lost the part to a 'more African American like' white kid. And his chance at fame was gone.
*Note: words in quotations were those of his teacher.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Postcards
Many of you have been asking where you could see a performance of Alabama Christian Academy's marching band (High Royal Highness thanks you for the interest!). Well, look no more. Journey with the band to Russia, France and Israel during their 2010 award-winning show called Postcards.
Here's a virtual scavenger hunt for you:
- Find the hammer and sickle.
- Find the Eiffel Tower.
- There's an onfield color guard costume change -- see if you can spot it.
- Hig Royal Highness makes an appearance in a trio. Keep your eyes peeled (psssttt...he's on the right.)
- Watch for a traditional Jewish dance straight out of Fiddler on the Roof (minus the bottles).
Sunday, November 7, 2010
His Royal Highness Rules
His Royal Highness rules the field. He rules the trombone. He rules the baritone. He rules the hand-on-the-hips stance at the end of the opener. He rules as section leader. And he rules his mama's heart. (Well, half of it anyway 'cuz Miss Priss is reading over my shoulder as I type and help us all if she doesn't feel some love, too.)
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