Have you ever thought what it must be like to be God? What all does He feel when He looks at the world and sees everything everyone everywhere experiences?
We were invited to a birthday party of a little boy turning one. He is a nephew to Elisabet. She and Rafael ordered cakes and cupcakes (just like mine for Father’s Day) and bread from Steph. She was baking all day to get it done. Rafael picked us up to take us to the party.
There were quite a few flamboyant decorations, surprisingly for me. There were lots of sweet foods, including the cake and cupcakes. There was an endless flow of popcorn and cookies. And there was a large piñata stuffed with candies and toys.
The ladies served rice, potatoes, and chicken for supper. Then they served dessert. I was stuffed long before they thought I should be. There was not a drop of liquid to drink for anyone the whole evening long; that’s typical for Peru. I don’t know how they don’t all die from dehydration.
The two sets of grandparents were there, a number of little cousins, a couple of aunts, and the dad. The mom was in Lima.
She and the dad didn’t get along. This was their only child together while they were dating. She left the dad and left baby a few months after he was born and went looking for a job with good money in Lima. Then the virus happened. She can’t come home, even if she wanted to.
She has missed watching all the things her baby learned in his first year, and now she has missed his first birthday. She called to talk to him, but he was already asleep. He doesn’t know who she is anyway.
Her sister takes care of him; he’s growing up with his cousins in his grandma’s house without a dad because his aunt doesn’t have a husband, and his dad isn’t around much.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt more empty and sad at a birthday party before. The baby doesn’t know he’s one. He doesn’t understand why sugar was pumped into him at such a high rate for a couple hours. He doesn’t know the strange lady who tried to call while he slept.
Who was the celebration for? And what did it mean? What will his life be like when he celebrates his tenth birthday? his twentieth?
Have you ever thought what it must be like to be God? What all does He feel when He looks at the world and sees everything everyone everywhere experiences? I think it must pain Him more than we can comprehend.
Feliz cumpleaños, Haziel.