She bounces unsteadily across the room, sheer delight painted across her plump cheeks, her tender arms outstretched towards yours. She’s never taken a step on her own before and you hold your breath, as if by that one action you can keep her upright.
“Come to Mommy baby!”
Her eleven-month-old legs stutter and splay, and she goes down hard on the floor. Looking up at you she wails her defeat.
A. Turn your back and walk away.She should have gotten it right the first time. Wicked child for wasting your time. You have better things to do than waste your time on such a helpless situation.
B.You run to her and dry her tears and tell her to try again.
No true mother would ever act out the first scenario.
No true father would do anything BUT the second.
To God we are all toddlers, faces smeared with jelly, pudgy hands making a sticky mess of everything we touch.
We fall down.
And God smiles.
He smiles because we tried.
And if we come to Him, he wipes our sticky faces and hands, and cleans the mess we made on the furniture. He kisses the tops of our heads and says, “Go on baby, you can do it.Try again.”