As Cayden sleeps, I can’t help but to reflect on my day with him. Because of Coronavirus, Laura and I decided to switch places for a year; we exchanged my variable income sales job for her static income teaching job. This means that I get the honor of being a stay at home dad until, hopefully, things get back to some sort of normal.
But as I think about my day with him, I remember all of the good: we went on a walk, we played in his nursery, we took naps, and he said “Dada” enough to hold me over until tomorrow. I also think about the “bad”: he pulled my hair, he kicked me, and he played too hard and fell down and bumped his noggin.
Of course, these things aren’t really bad. He is exploring, searching, growing, testing, and just figuring things out. I don’t get mad at him because I have 27 years of experience, knowledge, and bumps and bruises myself. I know that it is wrong to pull hair and kick, but I also know that he doesn’t. I have unconditional love for this child that is not dependent on any transaction, deal, or stipulations.
As he grows older, he will continue to do things that upset me or I disapprove of, but nothing he does can take away that feeling of love I have for him: he will always be my child.
I can’t help but to think, to know, that God, who is infinitely “older” than any of us , is the same way. After all, God is love.
1 Corinthians 13:4–8 (NAS): Love is patient, love is kind and is not jealous; love does not brag and is not arrogant,
5 does not act unbecomingly; it does not seek its own, is not provoked, does not take into account a wrong suffered,
6 does not rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth;
7 bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
8 Love never fails