A young boy was playing in the sandbox with his friend behind the house at the foot of a beautiful snow capped mountain in Western Germany. It was a beautiful day; the skies were blue and the bright yellow sun was radiating as the two boys happily played war games with their toy soldiers in the cozy little sandbox just barely big enough for two. Suddenly without warning everything went red! The young boy was now bleeding profusely from his forehead! He ran towards the house screaming for his parents as his mother rushed out to see what was wrong. He had been struck by a rock intended for one of his soldiers in the sandbox.
The loving mother applied a dark green washcloth to the wounded area as she rushed him to the hospital. The boy’s mother is extremely concerned but composed while explaining what happened to the doctors. The young boy could barely see through all the blood as it continued to ooze down his face but he can see the help in their starched white coats. The mother is feeling the pain of the young boy as doctors hurriedly wheel him towards the emergency room. She is not allowed to go in with him and their hands are no longer clasped. They young boy cries out…”momma momma!” as she disappears from his view!” Inside the room; lights are so bright, everyone is talking so fast and then everything goes dark.
The young boy awakens hours later a little groggy and somewhat shaken with his mother by his side. He never had any desire to play in a sandbox again but he definitely will never forget that day as long as He lives!
I hope you have realized that the boy in the short story was me. When I think of a parent’s love, I remember this event because the memory still permeates 45 years later. It was incredibly traumatic but it also serves as a reminder of the uniqueness of a parent’s love. I have never been a parent but I have been a son for almost 50 years so this is my perspective on the unique qualities of a parent’s love.
A Parent’s Love is Beautiful
Something that makes a parent’s love beautiful is the joy they receive from their children. Now I did not always give joy to my parents…especially during my rebelling teenage years. However, I can still remember hearing them cheer me on from the stands as I was playing on the football field or the basketball court. The pride I would see on their faces(win or lose) allowed me to continue trying to do my best. Even as an adult, I will never forget the joy my mother expressed when I asked her to join me at an awards banquet in Chicago for work success. She cried tears of joy when we walked through the door of the magnificent hotel suite in downtown Chicago. I believe there is a part of every child that wants to make their parents proud. When a child feels that joy from a parent…it’s a beautiful experience!
A Parent’s Love is Unique
A parents love is unique because it is unlike any other situation in most cases. We did not get to chose each other. We can choose our friends, pick our own pets, and even chose the neighborhood we live in. However, when it comes to parents and their children..God put us together! I have been at two of my siblings births; my sister when she had her oldest daughter and my brother when his first son was born. The emotions I felt while in waiting room was beyond incredible! Feelings ranged from excited anticipation, to anxious, and appreciation for the miracle that God had created. The child’s dependence on the parents as they are cared and provided for is a necessity that must take place for the child to mature. The parent’s love grows deeper and deeper watching their child bloom while they continue to nurture them as the Lord leads.
A Parent’s Love in Unconditional
A Godly parent desires to love unconditionally just as Jesus did. There were so many times my father came to pick me up from my part-time jobs late at night even though he had been working all day himself. I remember my mother telling me when I was in elementary that I was capable of accomplishing anything in my future as long as I worked hard and always did my best. Even now as I am progressing in my stroke recovery, they are both ready and willing to help in any way they can.
I wanted to write about love before the month of February came to a close. As I write this post; I am constantly reminded of the most loving parent ever…our Lord and Savior…Jesus Christ. His love for us is beautiful, unique and definitely unconditional! We need to thank Him every day for choosing us to be one of His children. We are blessed by His loving kindness, His ongoing protection, and His purposeful discipline. God’s love for His children is everlasting and will never change. So take a moment today and thank Him for His love!
Food for Thought
I hope you are encouraged and reminded that your love as a parent has impacted or is impacting your children more than you can ever imagine. God has placed you in their lives to participate in molding them for HIS will to be accomplished. If you are not yet a parent be sure to let you parent’s know just how much you appreciate their love. Don’t take it for granted; they are a blessing from Almighty God.
Please share your thoughts on a parent’s love. Whether you’re a parent, a child our both…share your experience in the comments. I look forward to hearing a parent’s love story from you!