out of the mouth of babes

Just a little story for you today……


Grace had a field trip coming up and she was told by her teacher that she “HAD” to have a string bag to carry.  If you don’t know what that is, there is a picture of one here.  They are made from thin material, and empty, it lays completely flat.  Instead of thick straps, the straps are typically a cord, or “string”.  It is very light weight and just the thing for walking around during a school field trip.  Anyway, she was telling me every day about this special STRING bag she NEEDED to have, and I listened half-heartedly because I honestly didn’t think it was necessary and didn’t appreciate the teacher giving her the idea that she HAD to have one.  Well, I forgot and forgot until it was almost too late. The night before her field trip, she still didn’t have the bag, the special bag, so I called Rich and he said he would pick one up for her on the way home from work.  I explained IN DETAIL what a string bag was and told him thank you.

Well, he came home and showed me the bag, with happy eyes.  He had fulfilled the mission.  Only, unfortunately what he had bought was a regular ol’ backpack.  “OH MY WORD, RICH, it’s not the right kind of bag!  Why didn’t you call me so I could help you?  I know right where they are in Target!  Grace is going to be so upset!”  He wasn’t concerned but called her upstairs so we could both witness her reaction to all her hopes, dreams, and begging for this special, specific STRING BAG.

She looked at it, smiled, and immediately said sweetly, “Thank you, Daddy!”  “Is it okay, Grace, is it what you wanted?” he asked.  “Yes!”  She replied, to my astonishment.  “Are you telling the truth, Grace, that’s honestly the bag you wanted?”  I questioned, disbelieving.  “Yes, it’s fine!  Thank you!”  was her reply, sounded perfectly happy and sincere. 

Rich left the room satisfied that he knew better than I did, and she laughed with her sweet cheeks plumping up and brown eyes sparkling.  She did a cute girly teenager pose and looked right at me over her shoulder as she held her new backpack.

“What he doesn’t know can’t hurt him.”  she said to me, quietly so her Dad couldn’t hear.   I understood that she really did want the string bag, but more important to her was her Dad’s happiness in the gift he took the time to purchase for her.  No tears or pouting from this girl!  I was put to shame and grateful for the lesson, once again.


1 Timothy 4:12 “Don’t let anyone look down on you because you are young, but set an example for the believers in speech, in life, in love, in faith and in purity.” (NIV)

16 thoughts on “out of the mouth of babes

  1. . . . But she wouldn’t have cared what her Daddy thought so much if you hadn’t modeled that before her. So, yes it was really special, but the truth is, her sharing the giggling and the truth of her feelings says something about the fact that you have kept her heart safe while building in that heart respect and a desire to please her Daddy. So sweet. She’s learning how to relate to the men in her life. And it is all worth it, Shanda. Not only for her, but for you. Especially for you.

  2. This is SUCH a sweet story! She is quite a girl – to not react out of her own desires, but to think first of someone else. What a  girl! And I also think, what a mother she has!! xo

  3. I had to comment again. I have thought of this story countless times in the past few days. When I’ve had opportunity to correct others, I think about Grace’s wisdom and refrain. “What he doesn’t know can’t hurt him.” … But my correction (often unneeded) probably would hurt him.Thank you again for sharing this. Please give Grace an extra hug today!

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