Six days into fatherhood, my baby teaches me a lesson about marriage

Six days ago, my wife quite valiantly delivered our baby girl into the world. I was there cheering her on, like I knew what I was doing. But in reality, I felt like a helpless spectator on the edge of my seat, watching every cliff-hanger of every good TV show ever, times one thousand.

I sat there on my metal stool, with my hands outstretched, ready to catch our baby, wide-eyed and trying to hold myself together.

My spouse, with mind-blowing silence, gritted her teeth and dug in a little deeper (again). Finally, after twenty-three hours of contractions, my daughter eased into my hands with breathtaking speed, screaming at the top of her lungs and looking surprisingly similar to the nice, only somewhat bloody babies in the movies. At this point, I lost it and cried until my eyes started burning, only stopping to stutter out her name through sobs.

And here I sit, about a week later, looking at my daughter asleep, trying to figure out what it all means. One of the thoughts that continues to come to my mind is, I’m a daddy?

I mean, I’ve assigned a great deal of significance (and blame, at times) to my father. Now, I’m that guy? The guy who will be the first one to tell her how beautiful she is? The guy out in the audience at her first grade play to whom she’ll be looking for approval? That’s heavy.

But this birth isn’t just about her and me, as my friend Shon accidentally reminded me the other night.

I was talking to Shon about the events surrounding my daughter’s birth, and I said, “You know, I’ve never had someone so dependent upon me. I mean, she really needs me, and I have such unconditional grace for her. I think it’s because I need so much unconditional grace as well. Maybe everyone feels that way about their babies.”

Shon said, “Oh wait — I thought you were talking about your wife, and I was thinking that was some pretty profound commentary about marriage.”

And then it hit me, if my daughter is going to learn how to be loved, the best example she’s going to get is from a dad who — above all else — loves his wife well.

So I’m almost a week into fatherhood and I’m wondering how I can make adjustments to be that healthier husband who will, in turn, be a healthier father. I’ve thought about how I respond when my daughter flips out because I’m getting her diaper all wrong. I fumble around for wet wipes, apologize multiple times, and tell myself I’ll do better next time.

But when my wife gets frustrated when I get it wrong, it’s a different story. I defend myself, because I’m too proud to admit I oftentimes don’t know what the heck I’m doing as a husband.

So admitting I don’t know what I’m doing sometimes would be a start.

The biblical standard for how I’m to love my wife is to do so to the same degree that Christ loved the Church. I’m not there yet. But the sooner I do get there, the better for my wife and the better for my daughter.

The night my daughter was born, I stood over her crib and said, “I’m going to make you two promises, and you can always hold me to them. First, I’m going to show up. I’ll be at home, present in your life. I’ll be at your recitals and games. I won’t check out on you. And second, I promise to stay with your mother.”

These are just my baselines, and if I’m going to build on them at all, it’s going to require a new approach to my marriage that’s going to look a lot like how Jesus loves us.


  1. Wow Josh, you amazed me as a kid and now you amaze me as a father! Congratulations to you and your beautiful wife. There is no moment more awesome than the one when you lay your eyes on your child for the first time and you truly know that God is present. Your gonna be a great Dad.


  2. Amen, brother. I love these thoughts and breaths of wisdom. It is amazing how becoming a parent makes you focus on your marriage. God really is in the details of daily life. And the more I love my baby – especially the round belly and the leg wrinkles and the rough bald skin on her head – the more I realize how much the Lord loves me … His child. It suddenly grieves me so much to think of all the times I complain about the way I look. Because if/when Isabella complains about her precious little perfectly knitted body, my heart will break. God is just amazing, no?! Let's all learn together. =) Amen.


  3. I like these posts. 🙂


  4. Hey, you're an awesome writer! I just read your whole legalism series outloud to my hubby.I came by here from the Believing for Aubrey blog, which I got from my friend Emily, who I went to Moody with, who's sister I think goes to church there in DC. How's that for degrees of separation? 🙂 We're praying hard for her here in Ontario, Canada. Keep up the good writing, I'll try to check in more.


  5. Ooops, that was the wrong blogger profile. This is me.


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