Being
“Love to be real, it must cost—it must hurt—it must empty us of self.” – Saint Mother Teresa of Calcutta
It pains me to reflect on those moments I have come up short in the raising of our children. Any parent who does this will immediately have an example of their own come to mind. Maybe it was momentary neglect that led to an injury. Not taking interest in one of their interests. Losing one’s temper. It could be anything. For me, it is when I think about those moments I was distracted by some mundane task. So distracted that it caused me to miss one of the countless precious moments that collectively contribute to the ever-growing love a father has for his child. And what kills me the most about missing these moments is that I don’t even know what it was I missed.
It’s not fair for us to do this to ourselves. We are all…
