In a recent post I did about raising kids I mentioned a story that has always been one of my favorites. The story is called, “The Parable of the Lawn.” I ran across it this past week and thought I’d share it today. It has always been a great reminder to me for what’s really important in life. I have no idea who is the author, but they have always been able to touch my heart with this simple parable.

When Mike was 2, he wanted a sandbox, and his father said, “There goes the yard. We’ll have kids over here day and night, and they’ll throw sand into the flower beds, and cats will make a mess in it, and it’ll kill the grass for sure.”

And Mike’s mother said,
“It’ll come back.”

When Mike was 5, he wanted a jungle gym set with swings that would take his breath away and bars to take him to the summit, and his father said, “Good grief, I’ve seen those things in back yards, and do you know what they look like? Mud holes in a pasture. Kids digging their gym shoes in the ground. It’ll kill the grass.”

And Mike’s mother said, “It’ll come back.”

Between breaths, when Daddy was blowing up the plastic swimming pool, he warned,
“You know what they’re going to do to this place? They’re going to condemn it and use it for a missile site. I hope you know what you’re doing. They’ll track water everywhere and have a million water fights, and you won’t be able to take out the garbage without stepping in mud up to your neck. When we take this down, we’ll have the only brown lawn on the block.”

“It’ll come back,” Mike’s mother said.

When Mike was 12, he volunteered his yard for a camp out. As they hoisted the tents and drove in the spikes, his father stood at the window and observed, “Why don’t I just put the grass seed out in cereal bowls for the birds and save myself the trouble of spreading it around? You know for a fact that those tents and all those big feet are going to trample down every single blade of grass, don’t you. Don’t bother to answer. I know what you’re going to say, ‘It’ll come back.'”

The basketball hoop on the side of the garage attracted more crowds than the Olympics. And a small patch of lawn that started out with a barren spot the size of a garbage can lid soon drew to encompass the entire side yard.

Just when it looked as if the new seed might take root, the winter came and the sled runners beat it into ridges. Mike’s father shook his head and said, “I never asked for much in this life – only a patch of grass.”

And his wife smiled and said, “It’ll come back.”

Time has passed and little Mike is grown now. The lawn this fall was beautiful. It was green and alive and rolled out like a sponge carpet along the drive where gym shoes had trod … along the garage where bicycles used to fall … and around the flower beds where little boys used to dig with iced-tea spoons. But Mike’s father never saw it. He anxiously looked beyond the yard and asked with a catch in his voice, “He will come back, won’t he?”

The years, months, days and minutes are SO important with each child. We don’t have them very long – value and cherish them while you can.

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Article by Trey Morgan

I am a Christian husband and father, who moonlights as the minister for the church of Christ in Childress, Texas. My wife Lea and I have been married for 25 years. We are doing our best to raise our 4 boys, who are all growing up way too fast. Read 1182 articles by
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  1. James says:

    I was with you until you got to the tea spoons. You sure know how to step on toes. Kids are such a blessing true.

  2. Greg says:

    Preaching for 30 years, I thought I’d heard / used just about every illustration out there. This is new to me … and excellent!

  3. Anonymous says:

    that’s good.

    “cat’s in the cradle” by harry chapin always gets me…


  4. Anonymous says:

    If Mike had a dog, a big dog named Sam then Dad could have said, give up the yard idea and when the kids leave him here and go off, we can feed the dog and clean up after him and some day we will have a yard. It may be after we get to heaven and the yards will be beyond explaining. I won’t have to fight weeds, water, fertilize or anything else I don’t want to. Before then the grandkids can play in the yards, pick the flowers and we can enjoy them like we didn’t have time when there several kids and a big dog. Aren’t children and grandchildren wonderful?

  5. dmjenkins says:

    So true!!!

  6. laymond says:

    If we put the love of our children ahead of that of lawns, cars and house, they will look forward to comming back.

  7. preacherman says:

    Great post brother.

  8. Sherry Fisher says:

    This is my theory on keeping a spotless house too!! It’ll be clean someday when the kids are not living with me anymore…I’d rather have them living in the house and being able to LIVE than to worry about every shoe thrown in the ocrner in the living room or every scrap of paper from their latest project strewn on the kitchen table!!

    Someday…my house will be clean…but I pray it will only be because the g-kids haven’t gotten there yet!! 😀

  9. Liss and MOMMY says:

    this story could have not come at a better time… Thanks!

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