The first time I saw a superhero movie was in high school and that was only under the constant persuasion of a friend. I can only build lego creations with a picture in front of me and I’m much better at playing house than cop & robber. I grew up with sisters, so my knowledge of ‘boy’ things wasn’t as sharp as others. I always wanted a brother, but God knew we’d probably drive each other crazy living day-by-day together so instead I have a cumulation of encounters to count as brothers-whom I didn’t have to share a bathroom with.
It has been in recent months when I’ve realized how much of a role these encounters became in my life. They range from cousins, to brothers of my friends, to a brother-in-adopted-law, to mentors, to youth pastor, to acquaintances, to teachers, to church family, to personal friends…all men and boys God placed in my life to teach me. They’ve taught me that it’s ok to compromise and play Barbies today as long as we play KNEX tomorrow. They’ve taught me that to be tough means to be breakable. They’ve taught me resilience as I dug volleyball spike after spike after spike. They’ve taught me that my thoughts are valuable and worth something to a conversation. They’ve taught me it’s ok to be smart and knowledgeable. They’ve taught me how to guard my heart. They’ve told me that women’s intuition is real and can be counted. They’ve made me laugh until it hurts. They’ve allowed me to be a teammate on and off the volleyball court. They’ve showed me what it means to do what you’re passionate for. They’ve encouraged me and inspired me. They’ve given me confidence and built me up. They’ve reinforced the fact that God made us male and female for a reason.
Note: God blessed me beyond belief with an amazing dad, an outstanding Grandpa, and a legacy through many uncles of another terrific Grandpa. So, I was not deficient in any way of male influence, but the others were all extra blessings.
So, why the Cracker Jack and baseball bat??? Well, this past week we had an event called “Going to Bat for Her”. Dads, grandpas, uncles, cousins, brothers, and teachers were invited to come play wiffle ball (though we got rained out) with their elementary girls. Hoping our guests were reminded of the importance of their role and that the girls would see those they’ve been gifted with. Guys, the role you play is so vital and important in the lives of your sisters, nieces, daughters, friends, cousins, etc. Girls, let them go to bat for you, they’re good at it.
So, while I wish I could bring each of you a bag of Cracker Jack and thank you for being such good stewards of the role you had in my life I can’t (distance happens and I’m almost out of bags). But, thank you. As a girl, knowing I have so many willing to “go to bat for me” is a comfort and deep, deep fear (healthy of course) in ever bringing a guy around. 😉