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In My Shoes

Yesterday, as I was getting ready for work, I went to put on my shoes. As I was sliding them on, I noticed that the tongues were jammed down into the toe of each shoe. I thought for a second, then I realized that this was the result of one of Jenktank 3’s favorite pastimes, putting on Daddy’s shoes. She puts them on and then walks around like some kind of hobbit Ronald McDonald, laughing at the simple absurdity of the whole thing.

They follow us, you know. They see us, and they want to be like us. And then one day they don’t. I wonder what parts of my life my kids will pick up. What do they see in me that they hope to see in themselves? What about me will they say they never want to be when they grow up? “Train up a child,” the Bible says, “and when they are old they will not depart from it.” Is that a promise or a warning?

Look around, what do we leave out for our kids to pick up and use for themselves?

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