Yesterday, my 3 year old son had a play date at a local fast food place. It is winter here and this place has an indoor play area. While there another little boy, not part of the play date, wouldn’t let my son on one of the slides and called him a “big baby.” My son started crying. I wasn’t at the play date but when I got home from the office that evening my son was still visibly shaken up. After my wife told me what happened I had a couple options.
- Play the stereotypical dad and tell him to grow up/get over it/move on.
- Play the aloof father and ignore that anything is wrong. “He’ll get over it on his own.”
- Just hold on to him. Hug him and remind him that he is precious to me and even more precious to God.
I went with number three.
I got down to his level, wrapped my arms around him and let him cry a little longer and then I reminded him that I loved him.
Is this the right option? The best option? I don’t know but I can’t imagine it would be worse than the other options.
When I read the Bible I don’t see a God who says “Get over it” I see a God who sees our little and insignificant hurts and still wraps His heavenly arms around us and reminds us we are precious in His sight.