I have taken to describing parenthood as an “archetypal experience.” Just about all other experiences I’ve had in life have been ones I’ve sought to define and understand by comparing them to other experiences. Being part of a cast doing a theatrical production was like having a new family. Being a Young Life leader was like being a responsible big brother. etc…
But being a parent for all of 11 months now I’ve quit on comparisons; none suffice. Sitting on the floor watching my son learn to shape words and use his fingers is like nothing else. It is, in fact, the kind of experience I refer other things to in order to clarify them.**
But that thought got me thinking about those ‘other’ experiences of life and the strong possibility that I cheapen my days by comparing them to other days; just like I cheapen my relationships by comparing them to other relationships.
Sitting on the floor with my son is a particular moment. It is a true moment because, in the absence of comparison or evaluation, that moment can simply be. I don’t judge it or examine it or attempt to “learn from it.” I can only receive it.. as I would a gift. After all, it is a gift, isn’t it?
I’d like to learn to receive the whole of my life the way I’m receiving fatherhood. To see a friendship as that friendship instead of one among a “network” of relationships. To fully be present in whatever city I am in rather than to be “on tour.”
Perhaps this is what the Psalmist had in mind when writing..
“This is the day the LORD has made,
We will rejoice and be glad in it.”
**Some will undoubtedly say that my experience as a father is informed by my Heavenly Father’s relationship to me (or to us, as it were). I’m finding quite the opposite to be true. The concept of “God as Father” is taking shape in light of my fatherhood.


















