Baby shots

Yesterday I had to take my baby in for his shots, by far one of the things a mom dreads most.  I was surprised how, even though he's my 3rd, it was just as hard as when my oldest got her shots. The nurse even made a comment that most of the time, its worse for the parent than the child.  As I placed Joseph onto the table, he smiled and giggled, curious what mommy and this new lady were doing.  My heart already started breaking as he looked at me so trustingly and innocently, completely unaware of what was going on.  As he got the shot, he looked at me in pain and I could almost read his eyes, questioning why mommy was allowing this pain.  It made me think of God and how He must feel when we look up at Him wondering why we are suffering.  How we are like little babies in our understanding of how the world works, not realizing that maybe the pain we are feeling is small in comparison to what could have been and inconsequential in the grand scheme of things.  I imagine that God's heart is probably breaking as well when He asks us to just trust in Him and that He loves us despite our feeling that He might not be there for us.  As soon as I could, I took Joseph back up in my arms and hugged and kissed him and promised him that everything would be alright. Then I quickly wiped my eyes and we headed back home.