Liz and I are still getting adjusted to our “family of four” status. Yesterday was a real test. We took both boys down to Beaumont (about a 90 minute drive) to visit family for the day. Things went well on the way down there- Nate slept, Sam watched an Elmo DVD and played with some cars. But the drive home was a different story.
We had spent the whole day making visits- two different houses, and then the hospital, where Liz’s grandma was. By the time we got to the hospital, both boys were asleep. I offered to stay in the car while Liz ran up and made a “quick” visit.
45 minutes later, Nate was getting hungry and starting to cry, Sam woke up cranky and farting like a grown man, we all were getting hungry, and Liz was still inside. I called her and, as sweetly as I could, told her to “get out here before I give someone a reason to call the authorities.” She came out, we put both boys back in car seats, and took off again.
Fifteen minutes later, Nate’s crying had reached a ridiculous decibel level, and the car was beginning to smell like a hot garbage bag full of Thai food. We pulled over to investigate, and sure enough, Boy 2 had loaded up his diaper like a carry-on suitcase: it was bursting at the seams. We laid a blanket down in the back of the car, changed him, and realized we didn’t have any “stink-bags.” (If you’ve had a kid recently, you know what I’m talking about. “Stink-bags” are little scented baggies specifically made to dispose of dirty diapers in.) What we did have was a ziploc bag of Fruit Loops that Sam was eating. I dumped the rest of his Fruit Loops onto a to-go coffee cup lid, we used the ziploc to lock in the freshness of the diaper, and began to discuss how to feed Nate while in the car.
I offered to squeeze into the back seat, between the car seats, and feed him while Liz drove home. I mixed up a bottle, and wedged myself in. Keep in mind I’m about 6’1″ and 210 lbs. Me squeezing in the middle was like trying to cram an orange between the tines of a salad fork. It took a while, but I got in there.
For the next 45 minutes, I tried to feed Nate while he yelled at me and threw up on me. Sam was no help. He wanted to play, so he kept grabbing (pinching) the back of my arm, sneezing on my face, screaming, “DADDY!” when I wasn’t giving him the undivided attention that he so desperately wanted.
It. Was. Exhausting.
But, by the time we got home, Nate was fed, Sam was happy, and we all- miraculously -were still alive.
And I couldn’t help but think about John 1:10-11, which says,
He (Jesus) was in the world, and though the world was made through Him, the world did not recognize Him. He came to that which was His own, yet the world did not receive Him.
I thought about these verses because Jesus did the same thing for us that I did for my boys. He was willing to climb into the back seat and take care of us when we were in trouble. Like my friend Craig said once, he didn’t create the world and step back from it- he created the world and stepped into it. And when he came to us, he got sneezed on and spit on and beaten up and (SPOILER ALERT) eventually killed. But he’d do it all again just to take care of his children.
God is a good father. I like that about Him.