My son, so small that he had to have a special helmet ordered, only playing in a handful of plays during the season, at the ripe old age of only nine years, had brought me glory. And it was overwhelming to my heart. By showing up on time, listening to his coaches and pouring everything he had into those practices during the season, my young son had achieved recognition for his character. His achievements brought glory to himself, his coaches and his parents. He received glory that night for his attitude and hard work.
Children are the fruit of their parents.
As they live and grow they will either bring us glory or shame according to what we have invested in them. I mentioned that I spent my evenings at the field leaning on an old Maple tree. I knew what kind of tree it was because of the leaves that it produced. Maple trees produce Maple tree leaves. An Apple tree produces apples.