![]() ![]() There was shame written all over his face. “Blaine, look at me.” He raised his tearful eyes slowly, reluctantly. ![]() Tears were streaming down his cheeks as he told us the story. Some first-grade poser had pushed him down on the playground in front of all his friends. “What happened?” He didn’t want to talk about it. We heard all about his new teacher, gym class, what they played at recess, how he was emerging as a leader in all the games. 2 pencils, a box of Crayolas with a built-in sharpener, a new desk, and new friends. It was fun to recall with him the joys of those early school days – a shiny new lunchbox, brand-new yellow No. Every night at the dinner table he regaled us with tales of the day’s adventures. That’s a huge step for any child – leaving the comfort and safety of Mom’s side, spending all day at school, being among the “big kids.” But Blaine’s a very outgoing and winsome boy, a born leader, and we knew he’d handle it swimmingly. ![]() He relates the following story in chapter five, “The Battle for Every Man’s Heart”:Ī few years ago now my middle son, Blaine, made the big transition to first grade. Over the last few weeks, I’ve been involved in a men’s group studying the book “Wild at Heart” by John Eldredge. ![]()
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