While we were in Ponte Vedra for our annual 4th of July week, Hayes celebrated his 11th birthday. Here are Hayes's thoughts as an 11-year-old:




That night, Wages read a poem he wrote for Hayes that is worth sharing:
11 Years for the Rest
of your Life
4’8” 70lbs
Hayes “hayeser” Carroll, just a kid from Atlanta
His clothes are designer, white x6 like a Panda
Today is his day, eleven years strong
I’ll give my thoughts on this matter with this little song.
Hayes has handles like Irving and a shot like Steph Curry
Be careful on defense or he’ll blow by in a hurry
“Are you kidding me?!” they will shout from the stands
“Hayes Carroll with the razzle-dazzle” scream his fans
But when he’s not driving or dishing or balling,
He’s playing on his iPad, I’m afraid it’s his calling
Yes, Hayes likes his iPad, no denying that fact
But he’s an 11 yr-old kid! Cut him some slack!
Think back to our youth, my how we’ve all grown!
Hayes is no different, he’ll come into his own
And as he kisses 10 years goodbye
I pray that he considers all of that which lies
Ahead of him in the decade that beckons
For these next ten years will go by in a second
Just listen to me, your wily, old cousin
For my second decade has flashed by like lightning
You go from Morris-Brandon to Westminster, my how exciting
A new chapter in your life, a chance to explore
All of your interests and inklings and much, much more!
You’ll find yourself changing, from elementary to middle
You’ll start to like girls! Good luck with that riddle
Playing sports will get tougher, so hear my advice:
Give every second your all, and don’t even think twice
Never quit, play your heart out, and always die fighting
And above all, it’s just a game, so if you lose, no crying
“Hayes, these next few school years will be so crucial,”
Is what your parents will tell you, but it’s not all that
brutal
I say have fun, but study hard while you can
Because once you learn to drive, you’ll never study again
I will add, don’t go to school in a mental fog
Because if you do that for long, you’ll end up a Bulldawg!
You need to strive to be a Tar Heel, Yellow Jacket, or Demon
Deacon!
But brace for bad sports teams because they sure have been
weakened!
Last but not least, you must put God first
Learn to love the way He does, and develop a thirst
For Him, his Son, and their omnipresent spirit
If you give them your heart, they will always revere it
God’s love for you is greater than all
In all honesty, nothing else matters, not even basketball
Hayes, I know that this may seem like a lot
I mean, you’re only eleven, but I haven’t forgot
What eleven was like, I remember it clearly
I had a girlfriend, Sarah Beth, whom I liked dearly
I went to private school, battled hard to make sports teams
And I had to fend for myself because my dad wasn’t coaching
I knew that I wanted to grow up successfully
So I did what it took to study intelligently
I loved God like I should, and he loved me right back
He gets me through tough times and he picks up my slack
When I was eleven, you were only three
But you still sat at Georgia Tech games with me!
And here I am now, nearly ten years later
And I look up at you, as I read from this paper
I think back through the years, through things that I’ve
done
And I can only imagine what great things will come
For you as you live out your next ten years
I pray you have laughter, deep thoughts, and even tears.
At the end of each day, as you lay in your bed
I hope you look back and don’t hang your head
Hayes, take pride in all that you do
As for all of us, your family, we will support you!
So Hayes, when we finally part ways at the end of this week,
And our lives resume their perpetual streaks
I hope that you take with you at least some of the speech.
By the way, sorry if it seemed like I began to preach
Hayes, you’re eleven now. You’re first ten years have been
done.
And enjoy these next ten while you can, because there’s no
telling what I have in store for you when you turn twenty-one!
Happy 11th Birthday Hayes!


















































































