I know the kids will never look up to me the way they do REAL famous people...ya know, like Hannah Montana and the Jonas Brothers....or Gabriella from High School Musical.
No, I'm not delusional.
I know I don't have THAT kind of rockstar status...
...but I do have great power. I can build a kid up...I can tear a kid down. And why do I do half of the things I do, anyways? Sometimes I forget the great responsibility I have.
It's a fact that I spend more time with some of these kids over the course of the week than their own parents do. So what messages am I sending them about their worth...about the origin of their significance?
Am I reinforcing what the world tells them? That they are only worth my time if they are the prettiest or the most talented or the most popular...that if they fall of the beam that they should be punished and made to feel guilty...that I'll like them better if they PERFORM to suit my liking...if their PERFORMANCE somehow strokes my ego.
Or am I reinforcing what GOD tells them and who HE says they are? That their worth does not depend on their performance or anyone else's approval...that even if they try and fail a thousand times that they matter no less...that even if they succeed every time that they matter no more.
How do I reconcile the tension? Our world is fallen...this bleeds into EVERY area of life...yes, even gymnastics. What do I do with that?
This is a tension that has me constantly checking my motives and praying that maybe...JUST MAYBE...that when they leap into my world they can be free...free to be who they are without fear of rejection...free to give it their all and fail...even free to succeed.
So while being a rockstar is cool and all...I often wonder how well I'm living up to the challenge.
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