We need to be mature to be good parents, right? Yes – it’s true. We need to share our wisdom, to hopefully help our children avoid some of our mistakes, treat other people right, and develop good character in general. But, sometimes, it’s okay to forget about all of that and remember what it’s like to be a kid again.
This is the area where my husband excels. I’m not saying he doesn’t have maturity when it’s needed. But, whether it’s teaching our children about science and animals, teaching them about the Bible, or making popcorn and white chocolate covered pretzels, his childlike enthusiasm is what gets my kids giggling and interested in learning.
Yesterday morning, my husband discovered that our dog had killed three tiny baby bunnies. He noticed from the second floor deck that there was a living one moving. I noticed there were at least two living, squirming in their hole in the ground that was their nest. Assuming Mama wasn’t coming back, he made a little home for them – a box and a bunch of cotton balls. Turns out, there were five living babies in the hole. I commented that he had tried, unsuccessfully, to save a baby bunny before. He said, “Yeah. It’s never worked.” Apparently, there had been some previous attempts that I wasn’t aware of. Still, his love of animals made him feel compelled to try.
He explained to the kids that the survival of these babies was unlikely. He retrieved them with rubber gloves and bought eye droppers to feed them. He read up about the best things he could do to ensure these little lives might be saved. I’ll spare you the details of all of that, and just say that, as of this evening, the babies were still alive, a little larger and fuzzier than yesterday, squirming around more than ever.
But, the highlight of this so far, has been the first feeding. It was Mother’s Day yesterday, and while I enjoyed all of the festivities, by late afternoon, I was feeling worn out and entitled to a little down time. I grumpily helped get the milk ready and then went to lie on the couch. That’s when the commotion began. I can’t fully describe the excitement in my husband’s voice when he yelled, “He’s eating! He’s eating!” I asked, “Have any of the bunnies you’ve tried to save before eaten?” “No! Never! They’re gobbling it up!” I could hear him dancing around, followed by my daughter’s giggles at her Daddy’s reaction.
We don’t know what the outcome will be for the babies (Mama has retrieved them since I began writing this. After feeding them, my husband would return them to their nest.). But, I have no doubt, when our kids are grown and look back at their time with their Dad, it will be these carefree moments of joy that they will remember most fondly.
And now, on to the baby duckling portion of our lives . . .