My family got into church right when the bell was ringing for church to begin. Thus, we sat in an open pew in the back where families with small children and babies usually sit so they can exit quicker in case of cries, screams, potty breaks, and whatever else comes up.
We have all been there. I can actually now sit and listen to the sermon as my kids have passed the stage of having to depart from the pew.
We sat behind a young couple with their new baby. I found myself watching the interaction between this young family, and thought how lucky this little baby girl is.
The daddy held her for most of the service. After she was done with the bottle, he made sure that he burped her over his shoulder. The mommy placed the burp rag on his shoulder and daddy ever so lightly patted her back to help release any tummy air bubbles. He supported her head with his hand, that engulfed her little head. I forgot how small infants are.
The baby girl cooed and daddy kissed her several times on her cheek. He rocked his body back and forth to provide that sensory input that babies love so much.
All of this love that the daddy had for his little girl; and the mommy was just as loving.
I could just see the boundless love she had for her little girl and also for her husband, who was loving her their little girl. It was someone who loved her little girl just as much as she did.
The daddy rocked their daughter to sleep and then placed his arm around his wife, and they both then watched their little girl sleep.
It is the same bond I feel for my own children and that I share with my husband. My husband is the only one who will love and care for, and worry as much about my children as I will.
My husband is a wonderful father. I respect him dearly for this and love him even more because of this. He would do anything for our children. He is a provider, but also spends a lot of time with our children, and truly accepts them for themselves and who they each are as individuals. He values them as people.
He is never too critical, but teaches and models values that are important to him and me. He sets boundaries, but also allows them to make their own mistakes and learn from their experiences. He makes his parenting mistakes as I do, but is always willing to apologize.
Our daughters know that they don’t need a boyfriend to be valued. When they will be in a relationship, they know how they should be treated because of the example my husband sets for them as a male.
Our son has a role model for the values my husband tries to instill.
At the end of the day no matter what he loves our children unconditionally and always will. I love him deeply for this.
This young family was raising their little one up in faith and as part of a church family. I value this greatly. This, too, is important to my husband and I. Going to church together as a family tells our children that their faith is important and that sharing it with others is important.
Not only did I hear and take in a wonderful sermon message, I observed the love of a young father and family.