With great skill and speed, ten-year-old Isaac cracked the egg, pulled the shell apart, and dumped the contents into the mixing bowl using only one hand. His friend Haley exclaimed, “Why did you crack the egg that way?”
My son Isaac replied bluntly, “Because that’s how you crack an egg.” I had to smile. He had watched me. That’s how I do it.
When my daughter Cassie was a little girl, she was helping my mom clean. She swept the dirt into a pile and laid the dustpan next to it. With her foot, she lifted the handle and held the dustpan at an angle while she swept the dirt into it. My mom was amused, knowing where Cassie had learned the technique. Once again, that’s how I do it.
I wonder how many things my kids do differently because they’ve watched me with one arm. I don’t notice. Isaac and Cassie probably don’t notice. Others may notice.
It makes me wonder, too, how many things beyond daily tasks they do differently because they’ve watched me. Things that are much more important. Things of the heart. Things that I aspire to…
Like respecting other people—older people, people with skin that isn’t white, people who don’t speak English, people who have mental limitations, people with physical imperfections. Have my kids seen “that’s how I do it?” I hope so.
Like honoring our country—appreciating past and present sacrifices, realizing our blessings, being willing to fight for freedom. Have my kids seen “that’s how I do it?” I hope so.
Like loving God—knowing Him as a friend, depending on Him for little things and big things, living out His plan for life. Have my kids seen “that’s how I do it?” I hope so.
Anyway, if you ever see Isaac or Cassie do something weird, just know they learned it from me.
Set an example for the believers in speech, in life, in love, in faith and in purity. 1 Timothy 4:12 (NIV)