
Being a new father (again) has given me an occasion to take notice of a few things. Some of these things are profound, some are just silly. Some are things that I knew and had forgotten about, and some are things that I never would have thought could be. Here are just a few things I’ve noticed…..
There just aren’t any ugly baby clothes. We’ve had a lot of baby clothes come though our house recently. Some new. Some used. Some given to us as hand-me-downs, and some were given as shower gifts. But the one thing they almost all have in common is that they passed the “Oh how cute!” approval ranking. Jumpers, P.J.’s, sleepers, and Onesies, they all receive high marks for cuteness. And it’s true, they all are quite cute. You can put a baby in just about anything under a size 2T and you can’t go wrong. I think the baby clothes designers must have had style inept fathers such as myself in mind when they made them. And only babies can get away with wearing some of the stuff that’s out there. I can’t imagine what my boss would say if I showed up to the office wearing a fuzzy blue jumpsuit with mittens and footies and “Daddy’s Little Slugger” stitched across the front. I’m sure I would get that long vacation I’ve always wanted.
Babies bring out the best in people. Stacy has written here about all of the help and support we’ve been given by friends and family. So many people have done so much for us, some of them far above and beyond the call. Without each and every one of those people, we never would have been able to make it through the ups and downs of the past four months (has it only been that long since we first got The Call?!?!) There’s something about a baby, or the prospect of a baby, that brings out a certain level of excitement and caring from people. The innocence, the wonder of God’s new creation, the dream of what the future holds. It all combines to bring out the finest in people. And I don’t just mean friends and family. I also mean the people you meet in everyday life. In line at the store. At the park. In the Post Office. Everyone, no matter how tough and grizzled, has a smile and a coo for a little baby. Of course, some people can take a good thing too far. Like the lady yesterday at the Costco with her several children and her husband. She just couldn’t gasp and Ooh and Ahh enough. She encouraged her kids to all look at the baby, and the gaze on her face was one of utter joy and rapture. The look on the husbands face was “No! Don’t even think about it! We are not having another! Step away from the baby now!”
Dogs love binkies. I don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s the way the silicone rubber feels in Fido’s jaws, firm, yet relenting. Maybe dogs love them for the same reasons a baby loves them. They feel a soothing assurance with a binkie. I’ve heard the theory that they “smell” the milk from the baby’s breath on it, and that attracts them. I suspect that with our dogs, it’s the track-and-kill-the-prey mentality that is ingrained in all animals. The better we try to hide it, the more of a challenge for them. They have been known to leap over or climb up any obstacles we throw their way to reach their coveted prize. Score so far: Dogs 4, Binkies 0.
Broken hearts can be fixed. Six months ago, if you had told me that I would have a newborn baby in my house, I would have thought you were crazy. Six months ago, or one year, or two years ago, if you would have told me that the hole in my heart that Cori once filled would be filled once again with the love and joy that she brought us, I would have thought that it was wishful thinking on your part and that you were just trying to cheer me up. But today, I can say today that God will take the pain and suffering and turn it into happiness. Through Molly, He has given me that spark again, the reason for facing the day. The thing that amazes me is that through it all, He knew. He knew that one day I would be Daddy again. I remember holding Molly when she was just a few hours old and thinking that God knew this moment would happen. When I was the same size as her, He knew. When He took Cori home, in my moment of deepest sorrow, He knew that one day I would be holding a little girl who would take that sorrow away. I still miss Cori Joy, and there is a part of her in me that will never be replaced and never be fulfilled, until one day I meet her in heaven, but until that day comes, Stacy and I will never cease to be thankful for the precious gift He gave us in Molly Faith.
There just aren’t any ugly baby clothes. We’ve had a lot of baby clothes come though our house recently. Some new. Some used. Some given to us as hand-me-downs, and some were given as shower gifts. But the one thing they almost all have in common is that they passed the “Oh how cute!” approval ranking. Jumpers, P.J.’s, sleepers, and Onesies, they all receive high marks for cuteness. And it’s true, they all are quite cute. You can put a baby in just about anything under a size 2T and you can’t go wrong. I think the baby clothes designers must have had style inept fathers such as myself in mind when they made them. And only babies can get away with wearing some of the stuff that’s out there. I can’t imagine what my boss would say if I showed up to the office wearing a fuzzy blue jumpsuit with mittens and footies and “Daddy’s Little Slugger” stitched across the front. I’m sure I would get that long vacation I’ve always wanted.
Babies bring out the best in people. Stacy has written here about all of the help and support we’ve been given by friends and family. So many people have done so much for us, some of them far above and beyond the call. Without each and every one of those people, we never would have been able to make it through the ups and downs of the past four months (has it only been that long since we first got The Call?!?!) There’s something about a baby, or the prospect of a baby, that brings out a certain level of excitement and caring from people. The innocence, the wonder of God’s new creation, the dream of what the future holds. It all combines to bring out the finest in people. And I don’t just mean friends and family. I also mean the people you meet in everyday life. In line at the store. At the park. In the Post Office. Everyone, no matter how tough and grizzled, has a smile and a coo for a little baby. Of course, some people can take a good thing too far. Like the lady yesterday at the Costco with her several children and her husband. She just couldn’t gasp and Ooh and Ahh enough. She encouraged her kids to all look at the baby, and the gaze on her face was one of utter joy and rapture. The look on the husbands face was “No! Don’t even think about it! We are not having another! Step away from the baby now!”
Dogs love binkies. I don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s the way the silicone rubber feels in Fido’s jaws, firm, yet relenting. Maybe dogs love them for the same reasons a baby loves them. They feel a soothing assurance with a binkie. I’ve heard the theory that they “smell” the milk from the baby’s breath on it, and that attracts them. I suspect that with our dogs, it’s the track-and-kill-the-prey mentality that is ingrained in all animals. The better we try to hide it, the more of a challenge for them. They have been known to leap over or climb up any obstacles we throw their way to reach their coveted prize. Score so far: Dogs 4, Binkies 0.
Broken hearts can be fixed. Six months ago, if you had told me that I would have a newborn baby in my house, I would have thought you were crazy. Six months ago, or one year, or two years ago, if you would have told me that the hole in my heart that Cori once filled would be filled once again with the love and joy that she brought us, I would have thought that it was wishful thinking on your part and that you were just trying to cheer me up. But today, I can say today that God will take the pain and suffering and turn it into happiness. Through Molly, He has given me that spark again, the reason for facing the day. The thing that amazes me is that through it all, He knew. He knew that one day I would be Daddy again. I remember holding Molly when she was just a few hours old and thinking that God knew this moment would happen. When I was the same size as her, He knew. When He took Cori home, in my moment of deepest sorrow, He knew that one day I would be holding a little girl who would take that sorrow away. I still miss Cori Joy, and there is a part of her in me that will never be replaced and never be fulfilled, until one day I meet her in heaven, but until that day comes, Stacy and I will never cease to be thankful for the precious gift He gave us in Molly Faith.

