Baby G was with us for less than a week but we all loved him from the moment we brought him home. Bird and Jazz both cuddled him endlessly and when I looked for a chance to hold him Jazz informed me that I could hold him at night while I fed him.
Surprisingly, taking a (healthy) infant around attracts a lot more attention than a preschooler or toddler does. Everyone wants to stop and comment and love on them, which is wonderful. What I didn’t expect was the, “I could never do it, I’d get too attached.”
I don’t know why I didn’t expect it.
This isn’t my first experience with comments such as those. In nursing, it is common to hear the, “You’re such an angel.” “I could never do what you do.” It never bothered me, it is just part of the job.
But this time, it bothered me. Perhaps I was tired. Well, not perhaps. I was tired. Perhaps unlike nursing, this involves my whole family.
“I could never do it, I’d get too attached.”
Wait? Am I not attached? Are Jazz and Bird not attached? What do you think Vati was doing on those late nights he stayed up to work and cared for Baby G so I could sleep? I’m confused. Do you think we won’t attach to this little one in our care? Do you think we won’t suffer when he leaves? I’m still confused. My tired brain isn’t processing what you’re saying.
That is when I’m thankful for friends who always seem to know the answers.
“Well, that’s what these little ones need, a family who can love them fully.”
My family suffered. Bird cried and cried. Jazz said it was too sad for tears. But we pulled together and prayed. We prayed for protection over this little one as he went to extended family, we prayed for comfort for our family, and we gave thanks for the opportunity to love as God calls us to love. It was a lesson for us all. That following God’s plan for our lives will bring much blessing, but with it will also come suffering.