When my son gets overly upset and I can’t do anything else to calm him down, I pick him up, hold him in my lap and rock him. After a few moments he calms down and I tell him, “I know, honey, you just needed some Mama time.”
He is now learning to self regulate a little more and when he starts getting overly upset, he will come to me and say, “Mama time.” I let him climb up in my lap and I hold him tight and rock him.
Yesterday he did just that – he got upset, came to find me and said, “Mama time.”
As I held my son I thought about how, in many ways, I am like a two year old. There are many times I am confused and don’t know what I want. There are many times that nothing at all makes me happy. There are many times that I can’t seem to calm myself down. There are many times that I would love to be able to throw a tantrum like a two year old.
I thought about how wonderful it would be to have someone waiting for me with open arms to comfort me, when it hit me. God is always waiting for me with open arms. He is just waiting for me to come to Him for comforting and for “Daddy time.”
Your father may not be with you anymore. You may not have a good relationship with your father, but Our Father is waiting for you to come to him and crawl in his lap so that you he can hold you and rock you and give you some “Daddy time.”
This post was inspired by the prompt – Share your thoughts on Father’s Day – at Faith Barista’s Jam with Me Thursday.