Father And Son
Stories
56 Stories For Preaching
The little group of doctors and interns burst out laughing at
their own joke. Slapping one another on the shoulder in good
natured camaraderie, they left the nursery and headed toward the
hospital coffee shop. The nurse finished tucking in the last
sleepy infant and briskly slipped out the nursery door.
"At last! Alone!" Bob breathed. "Alone. With you! Weren't they
noisy?"
In the quiet, Bob's rhythmic pushing of the nursery rocking
chair slowed somewhat. Yet his gaze never even for a second left
the tiny swaddled bundle in his arms.
"At last! Alone with you!" he whispered. "How can this be? How
can you be? Me! Sitting here alone holding you! Oh, I know what
the experts would say. But that's not really the question, is
it?" Bob breathed in deeply and smiled.
"Oh! I remember the day I met your mommy. Sitting two rows
over from me in our very first class that fall. When she stood
and answered the professor's question, I thought she was the most
attractive woman in the whole world. So, we got to talking with
each other over coffee, then dating. Our engagement was on
Christmas Eve. Her diamond sparkled in the candlelight! We got
married and then you were on the way! Mommy told me you were
coming Father's Day. I couldn't believe it! I watched her grow
bigger every month. One evening she took my hand in hers and
kissed it, then put my hand on her big tummy! We could feel you
kicking and moving deep inside! I couldn't believe it. How could
it be? When we went for the ultrasound -- that's just a fancy way
of looking for you -- the man pointed to the screen and said,
"There! That's
your little one!" And I looked and looked at the screen. I tried
so hard to see you! All I could see were wiggly lines and blurry
waves. How could that be you? And how could you be on that little
screen? Last night your mommy said it was time to go. And we came
here to the hospital. And your mommy worked so hard all night
long. It seemed forever! Then suddenly you were here! You cried
and cried! I cried too! They wiped you and suctioned you and
weighed you and measured you and bundled you up. Then they put
you in my arms! Imagine! In my arms! And the nurse brought us
here to this chair. So, here we are! And now you're one hour old!
Ahh! You keep looking at me! Who am I?" Raising the bundle, Bob
gently kissed the tiny forehead and ever so gently held him close
to his chest, rocking, rocking ... "Who am I? I am your daddy! I
am your daddy! You are my son, my beloved one."
their own joke. Slapping one another on the shoulder in good
natured camaraderie, they left the nursery and headed toward the
hospital coffee shop. The nurse finished tucking in the last
sleepy infant and briskly slipped out the nursery door.
"At last! Alone!" Bob breathed. "Alone. With you! Weren't they
noisy?"
In the quiet, Bob's rhythmic pushing of the nursery rocking
chair slowed somewhat. Yet his gaze never even for a second left
the tiny swaddled bundle in his arms.
"At last! Alone with you!" he whispered. "How can this be? How
can you be? Me! Sitting here alone holding you! Oh, I know what
the experts would say. But that's not really the question, is
it?" Bob breathed in deeply and smiled.
"Oh! I remember the day I met your mommy. Sitting two rows
over from me in our very first class that fall. When she stood
and answered the professor's question, I thought she was the most
attractive woman in the whole world. So, we got to talking with
each other over coffee, then dating. Our engagement was on
Christmas Eve. Her diamond sparkled in the candlelight! We got
married and then you were on the way! Mommy told me you were
coming Father's Day. I couldn't believe it! I watched her grow
bigger every month. One evening she took my hand in hers and
kissed it, then put my hand on her big tummy! We could feel you
kicking and moving deep inside! I couldn't believe it. How could
it be? When we went for the ultrasound -- that's just a fancy way
of looking for you -- the man pointed to the screen and said,
"There! That's
your little one!" And I looked and looked at the screen. I tried
so hard to see you! All I could see were wiggly lines and blurry
waves. How could that be you? And how could you be on that little
screen? Last night your mommy said it was time to go. And we came
here to the hospital. And your mommy worked so hard all night
long. It seemed forever! Then suddenly you were here! You cried
and cried! I cried too! They wiped you and suctioned you and
weighed you and measured you and bundled you up. Then they put
you in my arms! Imagine! In my arms! And the nurse brought us
here to this chair. So, here we are! And now you're one hour old!
Ahh! You keep looking at me! Who am I?" Raising the bundle, Bob
gently kissed the tiny forehead and ever so gently held him close
to his chest, rocking, rocking ... "Who am I? I am your daddy! I
am your daddy! You are my son, my beloved one."
