My Baby’s Pain
I watched in nervous marvel as my baby daughter insisted on venturing from crawling to walking, undaunted by hundreds of prior failed attempts. Pulling herself up, she stumbles, tilts, and bonks her head on the coffee table. Ouch. That one hurt.
There is a millisecond flash of stunned confusion on her angelic face as this strange unwelcome thing called pain registers in her budding new brain. Then her pure-white innocence twists red as the incomprehensible injustice blooms a stinging discomfort across her blameless forehead. Yow!
Her piercing cry penetrates my very soul. I swoop to the rescue—not to comfort I imagine—but to save her and to instantly take the hurt away. Desperately, I triage her bitty head bump to erase the ghastly end-table experience that dared to make my baby cry. I glare at the offending piece of furniture and plot to burn it to the quick. I hate the table.
Father’s Love Pours
My little girl cries out as I snug her closely, rocking gently—“It’s okay honey, Daddy’s here. It’s not easy being a little girl.” Then I croon my dumb-dad solace over and over with melody, “It’s not easy being a little girl. It’s not easy being a little girl.” I sing it softly. Her tiny fingers clutch my neck. She tucks herself to my heart as Father’s love pours.
Her crying quiets. She calms in my protection. I hold on yearning to soothe—praying, imploring, and begging for every last ounce of hurt to leave her. As her tears dry, my heart absorbs them, and I vow that I will never let her go again.
But, of course, I did let her go. She crawled right back and climbed again. This time, she stood and prospered.
Then the years flew past and she grew up. My daughter is eighteen now and off to college. She’s ready, and it’s time to let her go—again. I’m blessed. She’s a wonderful kid and her Father’s pride and joy.
Never Let It Go
Of course, she doesn’t know that story or hundreds like them. As nature has it, she doesn’t remember the morning when she whacked her head on the coffee table. Good. At least for a brief while, from when they are very young, the pain can be erased after all.
But parents never forget. No matter how small the bump, the flash of hurt on our children’s face is a wrenching moment that stabs gigantic, instant ache in every guarding parent’s heart. Images of their innocence assaulted are memorialized in our brains forever. Our baby’s long-healed scrapes twinge hurt within us still.
I hate that table. But oh what joy it was, when she was a little one, to take away my baby’s pain so completely! It’s mine now. And I will never let it go.
Brian Patrick Jensen is a father, teacher, trainer, award-winning business leader, and motivational speaker. He also happens to be deaf. Hear him and be inspired!
*Photo by flash_nerd.