There’s Not Always a 2nd Chance

I was probably five or six years old. It was a bright new morning, a little earlier than usual for me, when I slipped downstairs to what was then our little schoolroom (for those of you who don’t know, I was homeschooled). Here there were two little desks, one for me and one for my brother, and a big classic chalkboard that took up most of the longest wall.

I don’t remember how often my mom actually used that chalkboard, but it does stand out in my memory in this particular story. I was the first one downstairs, but to my surprise, there was writing on the chalkboard already.

It looked like instructions for a treasure hunt or something!

I started to read, and it went something like this:

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Second Chances

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It’s an oft-repeated scene. Little Brother is misbehaving. I give him a warning. He continues the behavior. I give another warning. He still continues. The warnings end, the consequences are dealt. “But Lissie!” he protests, “You’re supposed to give me a second chance!”

Somehow he misses the fact that I already gave him one – or several. Somehow he misses the fact that he’s supposed to obey the first time – he shouldn’t need a second chance.

The other day he watched the VeggieTales version of “Jonah,” which is all about second chances, so that’s even more on his mind. Continue reading