A son’s first hero.
A daughter’s first love.
Every morning as I get their breakfasts ready I am keenly aware of the awesome responsibility laid on me; a responsibility that will not be discharged until they have left the nest, able to stand on their own.
- Love G-d first and keep Him and His laws in their hearts, minds, and souls; in parallel, cherish their Jewishness, preserve it, and pass it onward
- Love, honor, and protect their country, America – the greatest, most exceptional country in the history of the world (and in parallel, Western Civilization)
- Love their family, help each other, and have families of their own – part of the obligation laid on each generation for the privilege of being born is to continue that chain to the next generation
- Bring honor to themselves, their faith, their country, and their families
And so much more.
Yesterday I made my daughter clean her room after her play date. Part of the responsibility after the fun of such an event is to deal with the aftermath. She didn’t enjoy that, but teaching responsibility is part of my duty.
Yesterday I made my son cry after telling him to not doing something; not because I enjoy doing that, but because he needs to understand that to think before he acts is one of the hallmarks of a human being – as opposed to being an animal that just does.
My job is not to be their friend; my job is to love, protect, and prepare them for when they are adults. And yes, I relish their love, and kisses, and “I love you Daddy!”s… but that’s icing on the cake. Having them grow up into mature adults, good and observant Jews, staunch American patriots, educated and ready to enter the world and stand on their own, and in control of themselves and their emotions.
Then… I will have fulfilled my duty as a Dad. Then, I hope to be their friend.