Super-Dad

I've read about it. I've talked to numerous parents about it. As we moved through this pregnancy, I've been the butt of jokes for other people who have already experienced it. I've known it, but at the same time I haven't really known it.

It is the fact that raising a child is the single hardest job on the planet. And it is made even tougher when you add in a second child. :) While I still have an infinity to travel down this road, I got my first real taste of it last night.

With all of our family gone it was just the four of us. Feeding time was upon us, and even those with a little experience with it know this also includes changing, swaddling, and soothing. Most also know that Mom really can't do anything in the first couple days as she is confined to the bed from the surgery.

That left just me.

Just me to handle it.

Now let me set the record straight, I have always considered my self extremely below average when it comes to handling babies. I always feel like I'm gonna be the one who drops the baby, sits on the baby, or does one of the other 761 things that can bring a baby harm.

But last night brought something out of me that I never knew was there, or better yet, wasn't ever there until last night. I hadn't slept. I hadn't eaten (which for those of you who know me, that's normally a deal breaker). And I was doing something that no book, no class, no one can prepare you for. Yet, in the midst of it, I was in the zone. The adrenaline felt like the old football days. It kicked in. I dove into dirty diapers. I obeyed all the instructions. I took care of these two little guys and my amazing wife. And at the end of the night, which came in the early hours of the morning, they were happy, warm, and well fed.

In the middle of the craziness I felt God saying, "I have given you these two sons. Now, I'm gonna give you the strength to raise them up." It was encouraging. It was humbling. It was amazing.

God says, "I'm gonna turn you into Super-Dad." I say, "bring it on:)."