A Potato is a Potato until it’s NOT
When my son, Connor was 4 his favorite movie was JURASSIC PARK. He had all of the Dinosaurs and knew them by name and characteristics.
His four-year-old imagination was just as wild as the Park and he believed Potatoes were actual Dinosaur Eggs and needed proper incubation.
His choice of Incubation Spots actually cost us about $1700.00 in JUST ONE SINGLE DAY!
It was the commode.
Uhhhh, Potatoes, err, Dinosaur eggs don’t flush so easily and they are even more difficult to come back up.
The ROTO ROOTER MAN can attest to this. He was out three times in just one day.
The third time might have been the worse.
I was coming home from a meeting and when I was coming down our street, my headlights caught the ROTO ROOTER sparkling emblem on the truck in my driveway A G A I N.
The last thing I wanted at that moment, nor did I pay for a $1700.00 Personal Parenting Class Consultation as he was coming out of my house that night was his expert advice.
His, “I’d watch my kid and what he puts down the commode a little bit closer,” wasn’t welcoming or calming.
Walking into the house, I noticed the bathroom light was on and Erin, my wife, and son were in there finishing up his bath.
I went in and asked Erin if I could have a brief moment alone with Connor. I remember escorting out of the bathroom and could easily imagine she probably got a little concerned when I shut the door behind her and more, heard the C L I C K of the lock.
Connor had a towel wrapped around him and I remember vividly, sitting him down on the side of the tub as I knelt down in front of him.
“I am so upset right now, I don’t even know what to do with you,” I said.
His bottom lip quivered and his eyes filled up with tears to the point of just about to overflow his lids.
He said, I think, the VERY ONE THING that saved his life that night:
“HUG ME!”
Ohhhhhhhhh, I hugged him. . .hugged him harder than he’s probably ever been hugged. I felt the air come out of him, I hugged him so hard. . . .
Dinosaur Eggs gone Bad.
We’ve all had the stench of our own Not-so-well-incubated Eggs gone bad, haven’t we?
We’ve all NEEDED those “HUG ME” moments haven’t we?
REAL COMPASSIONATE CARE gives HUG ME MOMENTS when they are least deserved, but most needed.
Our Vision isn’t always 20/20 at such times, even in
H I N D S I G H T
which makes those HUG ME MOMENTS even more necessary.
A Potato is a Potato until it isn’t. . .
So are Dinosaur Eggs.
COMPASSION doesn’t overlook the Mis-Planted Dinosaur Eggs, doesn’t excuse them or alibi for them…
REAL COMPASSION–the kind the World is sorely in need–
HUGS–anyway. . . .
And that
H A T C H I N G. . .
Well…
That Hatching is preciously UNCOMPARABLY RARE–
WHICH IS EXACTLY WHY WE NEED TO DO IT EXCESSIVELY!
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