I kissed Jeannie when she awoke from her nap… and her water broke. That’s really the way it happened! But I don’t think it was my kiss (well…maybe, a little). IT WAS TIME FOR THAT BABY TO BE BORN! This young seminary pastor and his wife hurried to the car, drove as fast as we could to the Baylor Hospital in Dallas, Texas, and soon found ourselves waiting…and waiting…and waiting. Believe me, I even tried a few more kisses to no avail.
After what seemed an eternity, Jeannie was wheeled from the room and I was escorted to another. Back then they didn’t let the dads participate in the delivery…so I joined some nervous first-timers like myself, and a few other veterans who thumbed through old magazines and smiled knowingly at “the kid.” One at a time, nurses came to call the happy fathers back to join their wives and newborns until I was the only one left in the room. Little did I know that I was witnessing a behavioral characteristic that attends that child until today.