First off, whoever thought up the name “Plover” for a basketball team is a bit nutty. Seriously? But that’s the team’s name. Seriously.
They feed mainly on insects, worms or other invertebrates,
The plover has a distraction display subcategorized as false brooding,
pretending to change position, to sit on an imaginary nest site.
When the game finished, the referee came over and said to Matthias, “Hey sorry about that call.”
Matt immediately replied, “Oh, that’s okay, I deserved it; I was mad.”
And then a woman approached me having watched the ref talking to Matt and asked, “What happened?”
“Well, the ref called a jump ball when Matt thought he clearly had rights to the ball so Matt took the ball and threw it against the wall. Immediately the whistle blew and the ref calls, “Technical foul on #58.”
Now anyone who knows me much, knows that I am fairly suspicious of the very human element in my kids, but in this instance I looked at Andrew and said I was sure Matthias did not mean to throw the ball in anger, that he simply was giving up the ball; he tossed it really… Andrew was dubious.
So when Matt was approached by the ref he totally could have lied; he totally could have accepted the apology of the ref and been done. But he came clean.
And when I told the other mom that Matt had a technical foul that he owned up to, she said, “Wow, isn’t that what we want all our kids to do, admit it when they’re wrong.”
Theologically, isn’t that what God wants from all of us? He wants us to come clean by way of admitting our guilt. We need to purpose to raise our children to be able to honestly, openly admit they’ve sinned- even in the really big stuff. Probably one of the worst things we can do as parents is to condemn them when they do come clean. We see it over and over in the Bible repentance leads to redemption. Hiding sin leads to death.
But as parents we have to provide an environment where it is safe to confess, where it is safe to be human. If we don’t we will end up with little white-washed tombs where appearance is everything, children who are squeaky clean looking on the outside when anyone’s looking, and headed for hell on the inside.
So, actually I was pretty much proud of my son for getting a technical foul last night. And owning up to it.