“What are you doing, Daddy?” I hear our 2-year-old son ask it all the time. I watch how his face turns toward his daddy’s face. I see his eyes, looking up to his daddy’s eyes. If he asks once, he asks a hundred times…”What are you doing, Daddy?”.
If Daddy is outside or inside, he asks him what he’s doing. If Daddy is driving or just sitting, he asks him what he’s doing. If we’re eating, talking, reading, playing, walking, my baby asks his daddy what he’s doing. If it’s first thing in the morning, or before we go to bed I hear, “What are you doing, Daddy?
Feeling overwhelmed and unsuccessful at balancing the demands of life, it recently dawned on me: I forget to ask the question. Just as my baby boy seeks his daddy out, finds him (yes, even in the bathroom!), and eagerly asks, “What are you doing, Daddy?”, should I not be asking my Heavenly Father the same?
Should my face not turn towards His? Should my eyes not seek to find His? And, if I ask it once, should I not ask it a hundred times? When I’m listening, talking, on my way to another meeting or joining another conference call. When I’m changing another diaper, folding another load of laundry, preparing for another home visit, sending another email to the case worker. When I’m connecting with another foster family, hearing of another need, advocating for more. In the morning or at night, shouldn’t I be asking, “What are you doing, Daddy?”.
If I don’t ask, how will I know? And if I don’t know, what will I forfeit?
“What are you doing, Daddy?”
I once wondered why he doesn’t ask me, his momma, what I’m doing. I think it’s because he wants most to be like Daddy…