Judah begs for his brother, the Prince of Egypt
to take him instead of their younger brother Benjamin.
I’m reminded of the time Bart Simpson
turned into a skeleton while he waited for
his father to pick him up from soccer practice.
I’m reminded of all the times my wife
asked me to pick our son up from school
and I would counter with pearls like
What school does he go to again?
or what does our kid look like again?
or is it okay if I bring home a similar-sized
kid if it saves a little time?
I should have my own late-night show
they keep telling me while my wife
wavers between horror and laughter.
Of course if I were Judah, or Jacob
I would saw off my own arms and legs
to make sure my boy made it home safe.
We parents will find the strength to
lift cars over our heads if that’s what’s required.
We’ll sit in the dark. We’ll knit sweaters until
the sheep send us politely worded letters.
We’ll stay up ’til we hear the latch on the door
just for the comfort of knowing
we got them through another day.
Joseph weeps a weep all Egypt can hear.
The first family has come home.