Okay, so one of your favorite teams is on the verge of playing for the National Championship and you are expecting the birth of your third child at any moment. It is often said that the Lord has a sense of humor. I believe that is true and this would be one of those times when he is getting quite a chuckle out of my dilemma! Wouldn’t it be fitting if Baby 3 decided to enter the world sometime between 9 and 12 on Monday night?
How many times have you seen the commercial where the husband is watching the game, while cheering his wife on through delivery. Now I must preface this by saying that there is no question that I will be with my wife in delivery if that scenario takes place. That’s what VCR’s and TIVO are for. I could never miss the birth of a child for some sporting event that, as much as I hate to say it, really means nothing.
I just find it so funny that for the first time in 12 years, my Tar Heels are on the verge of a championship. I can tell you exactly where I was when Chris Webber called time out to clinch the last Tar Heel championship. There were no thoughts of delivery, hospitals, diapers or babies that night. As I type this, I am reminded of how our priorities change as we walk this road of life. You see, all of this is actually very “tongue in cheek”.
The truth is no matter where I am, or what I am doing, NOTHING could keep me from my wife’s side as she delivers this child that the Lord has blessed us with. Not even North Carolina winning the NCAA title. So if you are watching the game tomorrow night and the phone rings from the hospital, don’t feel bad for me, I will be right where I wanted to be at that moment!
And GO TAR HEELS!