Pacing the room, cradling my 20-month-old son, his head beginning to get heavy on my shoulder. The only thing that changed was that I reached around to embrace him more deeply, along with the melting of my heart. To any outside viewer, I would have been doing exactly the same thing, but for me the two activities were literally worlds apart. One moment I was putting him to sleep – a chore. The next, I was cuddling him for all he’s worth, for all I’m worth, with every atom of my beating heart, aware of the fleeting treasure I held: a beautiful young boy, growing into a man. In a breathtaking moment, my chore was transformed into my privilege and a task which I cherished; instead of seeking the task’s rapid completion, I spontaneously poured myself into the moment and felt it expand to meet my open soul. I have seldom had my day “interrupted” in such a powerful, meaningful way. I see it as a move of the Holy Spirit. It was an interjection of a spiritual force with eternal qualities; a gift of eternal life, entering my temporal life. I see it as God. A blessing!
Just had to pen a beautiful moment from my life as a stay-home Dad. A gift to me from God.
— David Sretenovic