As soon as I read what my teen had written as a birthday greeting on a friend’s Facebook wall, I nearly collapsed to the floor in a combo grand mal seizure/stroke.
Where did he come up with this? What was he thinking? Then the dreaded:
What will other parents think when THEY read what MY kid wrote on Facebook?
I dashed to the intercom and paged Richard, “Get here right NOW!! Emergency!”
He raced up the stairs to find out what catastrophe had struck. “Look at that post! Talk to your son right now and get him to delete it. I can’t talk to him about spawning!”
He read it and told me, “Spawn means something different to a gamer. In video games, when you get a new life, it’s a spawn day. The status if fine. I’m not talking to him.”
So it ended. I resigned myself that all the other parents who know nothing about gaming would congratulate themselves that they were doing a better parenting job than the Bievers.
But then I got to thinking.
Don’t we want spawn days in life? If a spawn day is like a second chance day, then I’m glad to get them when I can. Maybe I can’t undo every mistake of the past. Consequences last a lifetime.
However, I can forgive the problems of the past and make peace with them and spawn a new outlook in the present. Even if the same problems hit that have hit hundreds of times before, I can resolve to look at and repond to them differently.
When I change me and make who I am right now more giving and forgiving, I can change my whole world.
Which reminds me of a lesson I taught teens over and over again when I used to teach religious education classes on Sunday mornings:
God gives us room for second chances. No matter how badly we mess up, He’ll be there to listen and love us when we’re ready to ask.
I know I’ve made more than my share of mistakes. Even so, I got the chance to begin now, reinvent myself, and build a better life.
Today is my Spawn Day. It can be yours too – if you decide to make it happen.
Here’s to second chances! Cheers!