Dangerous Damsels

While most of you are probably instructing your children in algebra and latin during the day - don't most kids start kindergarten already reading these days?- I am not. Maybe I should be, but I'm not. It's not that I don't want my kids to get ahead, I just want them to be little kids as long as possible. I just want them to play outside, and scribble on paper and get grass stains on their knees and dirt under their fingernails. School days  will come all too soon, so I'm not starting until I have to.

Instead of these scholarly doings, we play crazy games. The other day we came up with the best game yet. Kaylen and I gathered all the balls we could find in the house...including a golf ball that I didn't know she had and which I later confiscated. Then Jacob, with his "shield" (in reality its the drawbridge door that was ripped off Kaylen's cardboard castle that I looped with a jute handle) would run and we would chase him, pelting him with the balls. Here is where the golf ball got confiscated. Ummm. Yeah, they hurt and break things. Oops. 

Kaylen and I hid in her castle and would launch our arsenal and Jacob would run and dodge and we all laughed hysterically. Kaylen and I weren't damsels in distress, that is for sure. We were fearless and strong and brave. 

It's a fun twist on Rapunzel, the damsel on the offensive and the prince hiding behind his shield. 

It's a lesson little girls everywhere need to learn, that although God has given us protectors here on earth- father's, brothers, husbands- there is only one Knight in Shining Armor. Man will always fail us, but our King never will. It's so easy to place our security, our identity in the men in our life. But that security is false, that identity a masquerade. 

Be fearless and brave and strong, your are precious in His sight. You are beautiful in His image. You are a daughter of the King. 

Boy

Meets ball