One of the great treats we have as grandparents is to have grandchildren stay overnight at our house while the parents get a “break”. We have a crib set up in a spare room for such a purpose. Recently, we listened on the baby monitor for Elijah to wake up in the morning. Ginger and I sat in excited anticipation—we love to see the world through the eyes of grandchildren. The little noises started. He was talking to himself in the darkened room; probably wondering in the new surroundings where the heck he was and who put him there.
I opened the door slowly and he jumped to his feet with that adoring smile; he was ready to be rescued and to greet a new day.
For a moment in his awakening, I was also awakened to how dependent these little ones are. They are put in a crib at night with total hope that someone will rescue them in the morning. They HOPE that someone will change their diapers and bath them; feed and clothe them—-to love them. In most of the animal world, the new borns are pretty much fending for themselves in a few days; although they also are blessed with loving parents (especially mothers) who nurture and train them. Still, they become pretty “independent” quickly. For a child, it takes years and years.
I am humbled by the fact that we are allowed to witness the unmatched love of mothers, the dedication of parents toward their children, and the love the children show in return as they become a family together.
In life as a whole, we would do well to take a lesson from a child’s dependence and become less independent. We ought to be more willing to accept the offerings of others and not be so head-strong. Often we say “I don’t need any help” or “I can handle this”, or the classic teenager lines “It’s MY life”….. And you fill in the blanks.
In reality, we could all use a hug when we wake up in the morning, someone to take care of us for a while, we DO often need help, and we all need the warmth of family. We could humble ourselves to accept the outreach of others and to reach out to others. Whether we admit it or not, we are dependent on these things. That’s my view, as I am taught yet another lesson by an awaiting grandson in the morning hours.