Revelations from Bird Poop on My Car
On Wednesday morning, I noticed a bird pooped on my car. Judging by the size of the poop, it was either a condor or a bird who had been severely constipated for several days because the poop ran from the top of the windshield to right near the wiper blade. I wasn’t about to take a picture but I will say that it had a massive brown part and plenty of white – imagine if my windshield were a frying pan and I dropped an egg onto it, only the yolk is brown/green. It wasn’t obstructing my vision, but like a massive booger lurking just inside my daughter’s nose, it was bothering me all day. Thankfully, I realized I was out of windshield washer fluid the day before, so I didn’t end up smearing the poop all over.
Wednesday was a pretty hot day so when I got back to my car, the poop was firmly caked onto the glass. Like that pesky booger that pokes in and out of my daughter’s nose with each breath she takes, the massive, caked on poop was bugging me. It was looking really nasty at this point, so I knew I didn’t want to use the glove compartment napkin + spit technique. I pull into a gas station to use their windshield cleaning brushes and there’s no liquid in any of them. Bummer.
We were running a little late to a birthday dinner (honestly, when do parents ever NOT run late?), so we didn’t have time to stop off at a gas station to clean it off.
At the dinner, 9 people destroyed two sushi boats. YAR! This was the boat I had a hand in overtaking:
Don’t worry, those stragglers didn’t survive – Pop never takes prisoners when it comes to food. We then hit up Roy Rogers for fried chicken (I can never say no to a cowboy’s chicken) and strawberry shortcakes. Mmmmmm! (I’m definitely going to the gym today).
So there was the poop, firmly entrenched on my windshield after a full day of being left on. It looked terrible and at this point, I was just waiting for some rain to wash it all away.
And this morning, the DMV gets a Rainpocalypse – not nearly as crazy as the Snowpocalypse we had back in February. Thankfully, I made it into work before the storm really kicked in, but man, that was one beastly thunderstorm. Good thing God promised He wouldn’t send another flood, otherwise, I’d have been looking for Steve Carrell and his ark.
Looking outside now, the sun is shining brightly and my car looks like new. In fact, you’d never know bird poop was ever on the windshield. The rain did what I didn’t want to couldn’t do.
I’m far from a perfect son, husband, father, and friend. I poop and make a mess quite often – both in the physical and the spiritual. So this morning was a comforting reminder that Jesus’ blood washes away all my sins.
Particularly as a father, there are a few instances in my life where I really screwed up. One particularly shameful incident occurred shortly after D2 was born. I was tired and D1 was having a really rough time adjusting to her younger sister, much harder than both my wife and I anticipated. At this point, a lot of stress and weariness was built up from caring for a newborn, and D1 was being particularly defiant during a potty training session and I just lost it. I yelled so loud that she peed on the floor. Despite this memory being nearly 6 weeks ago, it still pains me to even type it out. I felt more like a monster and less like a father as I beheld the terror in my daughter’s eyes. I held D1 tight and wept. I told her I was sorry over and over again and all that came out of her mouth was, “I love you, appa.”
After putting D1 to bed and doing my best to reassure her of my undying love for her, I got on my knees and prayed. I knew God promised in the Bible that He’d forgive but I was having a terrible time of moving on as I kept thinking about the look of terror my daughter had. But I knew I had to. Repentance isn’t just about saying sorry; it’s about living differently. So the next day, I sought to be a better father – a more loving and patient father, just like my heavenly Father.
Every now and then, that memory will come back and that nagging voice will remind me what a terrible father I was at that moment. But then I remember: the rain has come, the sun is shining. It’s a new day.