Conversations

So this morning as I was getting ready for work, my son, who was sitting on our bed, starting talking to me. It was one of those conversations that I didn't really understand even just a year ago. My son is seven months old and speaks in his own language. Before he was born I'd always thought that people like me were just proud parents. It's not that I'm not a proud parent, I am. It's just that I had no idea what it was really like to have a child.

The last seven months I have learned so much about children, about myself, and about God. One of the things that amazes me the most about being a father is how much you can bond with another human being without even speaking words. Sure, my son tries to talk, but he can't really say any meaningful words yet. But at the same time, we can have a blast together, especially on mornings like today. He's always in a good mood in the morning.

The other thing that both amazes me and humbles me is how much my son learns from me. Even at such a young age he is constantly mimicking me and following my lead. I guess that's why we're reminded in the Shema to allow our love for God to so fill our lives that it's constantly repeated to our children and lived out in our lives.

My hope is that one day my son's words won't just be baby talk, but that one day his words will be an echo of mine and give glory to God.