Warning*** If you are a member of Child Services please do not read this post.
Last night around 2:00 am I was woke up by glass shattering. In a sleep-drunk stupor I fumbled my way into Isaiah’s room just to make certain that someone didn’t break out his window to steal him in all of his amazingness. To my enjoyment he was still sleeping soundly, and no windows broken. I made a quick look around the house—saw nothing broken—then just went back to sleep.
This morning our son woke up a little earlier than normal. And it was obvious that he was not going to go back to sleep no matter how much of the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse he watched. I could tell that my wife was tired, so I offered to watch Isaiah for a little while before I went to work.
I sat down on the couch to check my e-mail’s and Google Reader, while Isaiah was playing. It couldn’t have been but a couple of minutes that had passed. I looked over and Isaiah is gleefully playing with glass shards. The glass that I heard last night was a drinking glass that my wife had put a flower in; stupid cat (whom we’ll call Battle-axe until my wife notices).
Now before you put us on the prayer chain (which might be needed for various other things) you should know that Isaiah only cut himself on his thumb just a little. And I seriously mean a little. He didn’t even cry or really even notice it. He was more ticked off about having a band-aid on his thumb than the cut.
It could have been much much worse. He was waving a huge chunk of glass in front of his face. So, I am very thankful for the Lord’s protection even in the midst of my ignorance. (By the way Isaiah is 16 months old so I’m not quite as bad for letting him play by himself for a few minutes).
1) How does this illustration relate to the gospel?
2) What are some stupid things you have done as a parent to your child’s detriment?