And it’s not just the bags under their eyes or the fact that they’ll often reach for a baby bottle instead of their coffee on accident. No, it’s in their face. They’re unashamed of silly faces. They have no problem coming up with nonsensical words in hopes of delighting their new bundle of love. And the dote incessantly, even over the smallest of hurts.
But equally common on the playground (or anywhere parents group and gather for that matter) is the parent that just doesn’t care as much anymore. The parent who used to be the first to stand up if they caught any sound of an argument or scuffle now stares blindly past the monkey bars. The mom who used to kiss every single boo-boo, even when she couldn’t see it, now tells her child to “suck it up.” The dad who used to be the first to give an “Underdog” push on the swings now sits glued to the pack bench and his iPhone.
So how do so many of us move so quickly and effortlessly from doting on our children to being disturbed by them?
Ultimately, I believe it’s a classic case of selfishness and fatigue. We start to get tired of the same thing day in and day out. We feel undervalued and our efforts under-appreciated. We forget who we are and why we wanted kids in the first place. We buy back into the “ME” mentality.
But the truth is, it’s never just me. We’re never alone. As believers in Christ, we will forever be a “WE.”
One of the first complete books of the Bible I memorized was Ephesians 4, which starts out, “As a prisoner for the Lord then I urge you to live a life worthy of the calling you have received. Be humble and gentle, bearing with each other in love.”
We are not our own, we were bought at a price (1 Corinthians 6:19-20)—and so it is with our children. They do not belong to us, they have simply been trusted to our care. And it’s that exact reason I’m thankful we all will always have a parent who cares—our first parent—God our Father.
When we are weary, He is robust. When we are fearful, He is fortifying. When we are lost, He will find us.
He cares about anything and everything, from the smallest boo-boo to the biggest hurt. Even when we don’t seem to care anymore, He does. Perhaps that’s why I love the beautiful reminder of this simple truth that we can share with our kids though “God Bless My Boo Boo.”
The bottom line is this: God cares.
All the time. Even when we don’t. He does. Aren’t you glad you have a parent who will never let you down and always pick you up?