Welcome to the last day of Guest Post-A-Palooza! Ending this week of guests posts is Rob Shepherd who writes about faith, fatherhood, life, movies, and more at RobShep. Rob is the full-time husband of a wonderful woman! He loves being married! Together they are proud parents to twins, Hayden and Reese. In his spare time he is the Director of Community Groups and Students at Waters Edge Church. Check out this post about being a father and the love of the Father, head over to his blog to read more of his writing, and follow him on Twitter!
I am a father of newborn twins. One boy and one girl. Being a first time dad there is a valuable lesson that I have learned. Babies don’t let you take a vacation from them. When I say vacation I’m not talking about an extended stay anywhere. I’m talking about a peaceful 5 minute break in the comfort of my own home. Here’s the scene…
- Babies are sleeping. They are sleeping soundly. My son already snores. They say it’s because of acid reflux but I say it’s because he’s well on his way to becoming a man. That explains his back hair…I kid, I kid. So I know they are asleep and yet the second I sit down to eat one or both of them start crying. Every time. Are you kidding me?!
- Babies are sleeping. I am slap tired. I have worked a full day, got up at 5:00 AM to feed them, led a small group made up of senior high guys, and jogged 3 miles for exercise because I ate a Chipotle burrito for dinner and I needed to burn off some calories. Mmmmm…Chipotle. The second I fall asleep one or both of them start crying. Every time. Are you kidding me?!
- Babies are content. They’ve been fed. They’ve been changed. They’ve been entertained. They are happy as a jay bird…or is that naked? I digress. They are fully clothed and content. To take a mini break I decide to turn on the TV and watch a part of one of my DVR’d TV shows. The second I turn on the show one or both of them start crying. Every time. Are you kidding me?!
- Babies are left alone with dad. I am dad. I am alone because I wanted my wife to have some time to herself. She leaves me with two amazing babies. About .5 seconds after she closes the door my sweet babies turn into monsters. They start screaming, puking, and going crossed eyed. If they were adults that’d be a clear sign that they are demon possessed. My kids are cute but that type of behavior leads me to yell, “In the name of Jesus be still.” I’m not even charismatic. The second she leaves they both start crying. Every time. Are you kidding me?!
- Babies have just been changed. A diaper that is oh so fresh and oh so clean has been newly applied. As soon as the tape straps that sucker on they poo. Every time. A lot of times. Are you kidding me?!
Now the crazy thing is that I don’t mind coming to my kids rescue. I love them so much that I don’t mind doing whatever I need to do for them. Why do I love them? At this point in their life they don’t bring much to the table. They cost me money. They cost me sleep. They cost me the ability to eat a hot meal. Because they are mine I love paying the cost.
The Bible says, “Which of you, if your son asks for bread, will give him a stone? Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake? If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him!” Mathew 7:9-11 (NIV).
I am not a perfect dad. I can be selfish. I get stressed when my kids cry. I often hope that when I come home from work there will be no crying or gnashing of gums from my little ones. Even though I’m not perfect I still love my kids with all my heart. If as an imperfect dad I can show my kids love, how much more does a perfect God show us love? Because you are God’s He doesn’t mind paying the cost. The truth is that my babies are at a stage where I can’t take a vacation from them. The truth is that I don’t want to. I love them too much.