I put Aiden in his pajamas and he grabbed his favorite stuffed dog to hold. I rocked him until he closed his eyes and slowly laid him in his bed, taking a minute to watch the soft glow of the nightlight as it fell over his features. As I tucked him in, images flooded into my mind.
Please God let me be the father he deserves, help me do the best I can with him and give him the life he wants. Please God, let him be happy.
Before I stepped out of the room, God finished my sentence.
Because one day he’ll be tucking you into a hospital bed.
The future always waits in the distance.
How do we handle it? When our kids are suddenly growing before our eyes? When our friends from school are all married and raising their own families? When the holidays come again and the milestones creep closer and closer?
Because one day the one day’s run out.
So we make the most of it. We tell the stories that need to be told. We say I Love You as much as possible. We hold hands, pack lunches, kiss goodnight and break the daily routine whenever we can to create memories.
That is the secret, to find the memories, take the chances and chase the dreams. To show our kids that there is never a reason not to try.
For they will get what we leave behind. The day Aiden tucks me in, I want him to do it with a warm heart and the peace of knowing I did all I could for him, that we made our walks through the desert together, as a family, and that he will never be alone.
Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the LORD your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you.