Category : Stories

Sub Category : Adventure

A mother got a call from the school one day.  Her son had gotten in a fight with another boy.  She was asked to come to the school so that she and the principal could have a little chat.  She arrived, calm and level-headed.  The principal asked her to take a seat and she did.  "Listen," he said, "I know your son did not mean to hurt anyone, but this is not allowed at our school." The mother sighed and took her son home.
The car ride was silent, the air tense.  The boy was not afraid of what his mother would do, no, he was ashamed of what he had done.  When they got to the house, the mother sat down on the couch.  Her son sat down too.  "My baby boy," she said sweetly, meeting her son's eyes, grabbing his hands.  "My baby boy, I know that you did not start it.  But you didn't need to finish it.  Next time, just let out a yell, a scream.  You do not need to be a silent victim, my baby boy.  But you will not be a fighter.  My baby boy, don't use your hands for harm.  Use them for beauty."
The son looked up at his mother, tears in his eyes.  His apology was muffled by a warm hug. 
"Go now, and use your hands for good."