A Father’s Love
February 19, 2014 26 Comments
I mean, I know I was one once, but I honestly don’t remember a thing about it.
Think about it:
No dishes to wash
No homework due
No fight up the corporate ladder
Just lots of food, lots of cuddling, and lots of pampering.
I used to think it would be nice to be a baby, but since taking Baby A. into our home, I’m realizing that it’s not so easy.
Poor girl can’t even hold her own head up. She’s completely, and 100% dependent on us.
And if she has an itch on the back of her hand, we have no way of knowing about it.
She’s thinking, Stop rubbing my belly and scratch that darn itch!
(Except what’s really going on in her mind is, Poeihaoiehagpoei papoe apoeiemb!)
Here I am shoving a soggy bottle in her face, and for all I know she just wants a better look at the picture on the wall behind her.
And don’t even get me started on diaper changes. Imagine being soppy down there, then stripped bare and exposed to the elements, and then having a cold wipey rubbed all over – and all this done by an amateur, and somewhat clumsy, father.
So already, we’re not perfect parents, but we’re doing the absolute best we can.
It’s nice though, that God is a perfect Father. And though we don’t know every single need our baby has, we know the basics.
And God has provided us with the patience and love that we need to see her through every obstacle in her little fragile life.
Seems to me we as Christians have a pretty good resource to tap into for extra help.
And when we need that extra bit of love and patience at three in the morning, I’ve been learning that prayer over my child is a pretty good tool to have to remind me that my job is to love Baby A just as God loves me in my fits of rage.