• My one and only son Matthew, is 22 years old. I wrote and dedicated this poetic expression to him when he was about age 8. Before he turned age 8, I remember that he loved animal crackers. He would always look at the animal before eating it and say – “Ma, look, it’s a lion” – or when he pulled a cracked cookie out of the box, he would deeply relent – “Mommy, what is this?”

    He was adamant about looking at the animal cracker before he ate it. Then, there came a day, when he no longer looked at the cracker before popping it into his mouth; he would open the box, quickly eat the cracker without thought, and then ask if there were more. When I witnessed this for the first time, I was inspired to write this week’s poetic expression, Animal Crackers. I also realized my son was getting older. He was moving to a new stage of growth in his life as a young man, and so was I as his mother.

    I noticed him a lot. I paid attention to as many moments as I could because somewhere deep inside me, God allowed me to appreciate being his only living parent since age 2. I saw things that he still does not realize I saw; and I am also sure that I missed a lot as well.

    If you are reading this story and you are a parent, or even if you are not a parent but you have the opportunity to guide, mentor, or coach – be intentional and notice the moments. Notice the opportunities of growth so that you can shift gears and be a guide during the next phase of the person’s stage of life.

    As the song writer writes, “everything must change; nothing stays the same”. Allow God to use you to be His mouth piece, because He accomplishes great memories through people.

    May the depths of Animal Crackers impact you to notice the precious moments God gives us and the opportunities He provides for us to help guide someone toward greatness. Galatians 6:9 NLT states “And let us not grow weary while doing good; for in due season we shall reap if we do not lose heart.” That wisdom is for both the student and the coach. Be bold; be inspired.

    Written by Angela M. Riddick and edited by Grace M. Brown. All material posted by Poetic Mustard Seeds is protected by copyright.


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