One of my favorite stories of all-time is the one shared by Harmon Killebrew during his induction to the Major League Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, New York.

Killebrew's father made a habit of playing pitch with his sons each night before dinner. The routine was frustrating to Killebrew's mother because of the toll it took on the grass around the house.

One evening, Killebrew's mother hollered out the back screen door, "Boys, time for dinner." She heard the popping of the leather and the laughter of a father and his sons playing pitch. The sounds incited her frustration -- "Your not playing pitch again, are you? Don't you know you are going to kill the grass."

Killebrew's father's response was classic: "I'm not raising grass, honey. I'm raising sons."

Perspective in parenting is huge, isn't it? What lens colors your parenting perspective?

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This time next Friday, the movers will be loading our home to relocate us to Texas. Yesterday, I gave a shout out to my new Marble Falls friends to pitch their favorite college. Who should Mandy and I adopt as our team once we move? The Horns? The Aggies? The Red Raiders? The Bears?

Right now, based on feedback, the Aggies are winning. If any non-Aggies have a pitch, bring it (jgardner@hsnp.com).

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My uncle, George, who traversed the perimeter on bicycle for fourteen days raising funds for Arkansas Children's Hospital has a new blog. Check it out at www.geocobb.blogspot.com.