There is nothing better than your own bed, particularly when you have been working late nights all week long. So when I lay my tired body to rest last night, I was one happy dude. I immediately faded off to sleep. Peace.
At about 3:30 in the morning, I heard the whisper of a six-year-old boy: “Dad. Dad. My blanket won’t work. I can’t fix it.”
“What?” I groaned back to him.
“Dad. My blanket doesn’t work. I can’t put it on my bed. I need help.”
Are you kidding me? I looked at the clock across the room. The red digital lights screamed out 3:32. What’s wrong with the blanket? How does a blanket fail to work? I will solve this: “Son, your blanket works fine. Just pull it up. You can do it.”
“But … Dad …”
“Son! Go back to your room. It’s night time.”
Although I couldn’t see his face or body, I knew he walked away rejected. I’ve seen the look before. He won’t remember, I reasoned to myself, because it’s the middle of the night. I rolled over, thinking I could still get a few more hours of good rest.
My wife whispered in my ear. The words pierced my eardrums and went straight to my heart. She was right. I jumped up quickly and ran down the hall.
The rejected son had his door shut, but I could see the light peering from underneath. I quietly opened the door and he stood the end of his bed. I now understood his dilemma. The top blanket was on the floor and the sheets were wrinkled up in a knot at the bottom edge of the bed.
“Need some help?”
His smile was all that I needed to see to reassure me that he was okay. “Yes, sir.”
I threw him on the bed, hugged him, and gave a few tickles. “Hold still now.” He spred his body out and I lofted the top sheet up in the air. It landed perfectly over his body. I tucked in the bottom and edges. I took the top blanket and did the same. I saw his homemade quilt from GG lying on the floor. Better add that one, too.
“Is that better?” I asked.
“Yes. Thanks, Dad.”
I gave him a wink. I mouthed the words “I LOVE YOU.” I turned out the light and walked out the door.
Not even the best sleep could replace that feeling of joy I then experienced. And all because of that little whisper in the ear from my wife. Wanna know what she said?
A good daddy would help his son.