What Has Become Of Parenting?

I cannot pronounce, let alone spell his name. Easier to say Greek Freak than the actual name, all those vowels.

I read the linked article. It was emotional because it is rare. How often, blatantly often, do athletes take their honor and become self-indulgent. Not only athletes, but I’ll settle there.

What the MVP award for the National Basketball Association means is unfathamobile, at least to this incredible athlete and his team and his city.

The counter-point and it’s not surprising. How Houston whines with such a false accolade, prompted THEIR athlete James Harden, came in number two. Disheartening.

Not my point, though. How many? How many? [Worth asking twice.] Do not regard family? Or worse, do not benefit from families who support them?

My own space can never be seen without Hank and Es Miller. You readers know that. I don’t know if I ever shared my senior high school year. I had a horrific start as a hitter. Blank. Then my father gave me a lesson in my swing, standing on Miller Field, which was our driveway, how my swing elevated and shouldn’t do that. I took his lesson to heart and to my “new swing,” and ended up hitting better than ever. It was “my father’s fault.”

Then my mother…so many ways. Perhaps the most vivid was her refusing retirement, instead walking a mile to a nursing home, asking the manager for “someone here who has no visitors.” She got two names and was “was with them,” until Ed Miller was hit by a car on Valentine’s Day. Well, even that didn’t slow her down. She insisted on breathing until Brian her grandson, brought newborn Zeli, to her. Mom held Zeli, smiled and said, “God is good.” Her last words.

So, on this end of June…when parenting is perhaps more important than anything today, read the link. How the Greek Freak affirms his family…beautiful!

How about you?

https://www.yahoo.com/sports/giannis-antetokounmpo-mvp-speech-tears-bucks-045313911.html

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About Mark H Miller

Diane and I live in Leander, Texas. This past June 17, 2015 I celebrated the 49th anniversary of my ordination. We returned to Texas after three years in Washington, during which I served as interim minister in Bellevue/Eastgate and Mercer Island. Am planning to begin a 5th novel that will have my protagonist, Tricia Gleason, serve a year in licensed ministry in Snoqualmie, Washington. The novel, "The Lemon Drop Didn't Melt," will find Tricia wrestling with ministry challenges. None of which more daunting than someone wanting her breathing to stop. All the published novels are available on Amazon and Amazon Kindle under Mark Henry Miller. A primary goal in our return to Texas is to make sure grandchildren get lots of attention--here and in Chicago and Washington, D.C. Traveling is definitely an activity that will not slow down. With that, of course, fishing will happen. To that the t-shirt is apt, "I fish; therefore I am." In addition to novels, the book of Blogs, "Voice Of My Heart," is also available on Amazon.
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