Both of my sons provoke this response in me. They are both
men, husbands, and fathers who have personalities
and preferences, gifts and skills, that did not come from me or my wife. How is
that possible?
How is it that our children end up being people who exceed
us and delight us and bewilder us? I guess it’s because they are only ours on
loan in the first place.
When they’re born, their whole world is you. You know every
moment. You watch them in their sleep, you look in on them when they’re
playing, you see them when they never see you. Like a circle within a circle,
their world is entirely contained in yours. When they were small, I came into
their rooms every night and prayed over them while they were sleeping. They
never knew.
