Our Job

If I could go back, I would. I would’ve followed you into the next room and kept my hand on your back.

Unfortunately, we can’t know what the future will bring, and we can’t always protect you. But our job isn’t to keep you from falling–it is to be your legs when you can’t get back up.

Our hearts will hurt when you hurt, when you get poked and prodded and don’t understand why. If we could take away your pain, we would. But our job isn’t to keep you from pain–it is to be your heart when yours is broken.

I would tell you that it gets easier. When you are older, you will understand more, so you won’t get as frightened when you need help. But that sentiment isn’t really true. If we could keep you from getting scared we would. But our job isn’t to keep you from fear–it is to be your courage when yours is lost.

We can’t keep you from pain. We can’t keep you from heartache. We can’t keep you from fear. In fact, we’ve never felt so helpless since becoming parents.

But we will always have arms to give–to wrap around you, to hold you up, to smooth your hair, to give you your milk.

And when you say, “Thank you, Mo-mmy,” or “Thank you, Da-ddy,” our hearts will melt. But we will come back, even if you say nothing.

Because you are our Baby Girl, and that’s our job–and there’s no job we’d rather have.

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This week’s journey:

“But Jesus called the children to him and said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these.'” (Luke 18:16, New International Version, 2010).

This Friday, come link up with your thoughts on this verse, whether you speak to it directly in context or the spiritual implications in a broader sense. I look forward to reading your posts as you take this journey with me! For more information on Journeys, click the link above or Journeys in the tag cloud for examples.



3 thoughts on “Our Job

  1. Very touching, you summed up the words I've never been able to articulate. Do you think it's too late to tell my daughters now at 22, 19, and 12 years of age? Better late than never? Great job, thanks.

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    1. They're still young! But as you know, the time goes by in an instant, so don't wait any longer! Thanks for commenting today! 🙂

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