Sometimes the best conversations happen when you’re least expecting them.
Say, like…10:30PM on a weeknight, lying in bed, waiting for Missy’s Ambien to kick in.
It’s safe to say that I was having a bit of a moment. We were talking about the impending birth of our daughters (what else) when I admitted that I was a little nervous…ok, a lot nervous…that I was going to be a miserable failure as a father. The reasons were varied from not finishing the “parenting for multiples” book to seriously lacking the diaper-changing skills necessary to maintain three clean baby bottoms.
That’s when she dropped the bomb and reminded me of the mission trip we took to Ghana in 2008. She reminded me of the mothers we saw that didn’t have baby “how to” books. She reminded me that they didn’t have the latest toys, cribs, and bottles that I might feel essential to properly raising a child.
But yet…they some how managed.
Babies spend most of their time strapped to their mothers back (much like a Baby Bjorn). While hard at work…
…and at play.
When they are tired, they sleep…
…and when they are dirty, they bathe.
It’s a pretty cool sight to see, actually. All-in-all…it’s not too different from how things are done in Iowa. The children survive, and even thrive, despite having so little compared to the resources we have available to us.
I can always count on Missy to calm me down and set me straight. While I may still be more than just a little nervous that our girls will be born in less than three weeks…she honestly made me realize that in the end, everything is going to work out just fine…just like they are supposed to.
And that when it comes to changing those dirty diapers, practice makes perfect.