Waaaaaaaa..... Aaaaaaaa.......Oouueee.....!!!!
There's nothing like the sound of a baby crying when they have hurt themselves. Believe it or not 7 month old Kaden has never really hurt himself while playing. An occasional tip over and bonk on the head, but nothing to write about.
Yesterday while I was cleaning Kaden crawled into the kitchen to play. This is no big deal we keep a fairly decent kitchen floor (don't judge me.) So as he was playing he pulled open a cabinet, as he leaned on it his to little fingers got caught.
The scream was obviously different then I am used to. Instantly I am moving toward the sounds as I turned to look. Poor little guy is staring at his fingers pinched in between the edge of the cabinet unable to asses the situation.
Super-Dad here runs over and swoops him up, just hugging him tightly instantaneously examining the tiny digits. "1, 2, 3, 4, 5 all there... No blood... No major damage..." It's amazing how fast the mind can work in these situations. What sounded like life and death turned out to be a little boo boo.
What I realized is that Kaden has never hurt himself like this while exploring or playing. He was in shock that such pain could exist. His experiences leading up to this gave him no fair warning.
Once again as a father I learn a part of the character of the God I serve. Just as I jump at the sound of my child in pain and I'm quick to care for my baby, my Father in Heaven is quick to hear my cries. He knows my pain better then I. He knows the source of the pain when I stare helplessly at it not knowing how to ease it. Scooping me into his arms he wants to comfort me and care for me.
Sometimes the pain may be so intense that we are oblivious to our Fathers presents. Even though the injury was very minor my son continued to cry for about ten minutes. I had no idea what to do... I kissed his hand, I held him closer, I even drew a bath. Finally knowing that I was at the end of my rope I held Kaden close to me and whispered in his ear, "I know it hurts, but daddy is here and Jesus is here. Let's pray to Jesus and ask him to heal you and to calm our hearts." We prayed together and he began to calm down even falling asleep in my arms.
Why is it that I have to do everything I can think of before I turn to Christ and pray? Why is that not my first reaction? Is this just the independent human nature in us?
Life may be intense and maybe we can't see past the situation, but I encourage you to look around your daddy is there.
Raising Daddy Tip of The Day
Prunes are amazing when baby can't go, but just plan out your day after feeding. Do you really want to be out shopping?