image by Aaron Burden
I woke up this morning with these words ringing in my ear, “teach me.”
Maybe it was because our almost 3 month old daughter was screaming for her feed at 4 in the morning.
But it struck me that as parent, we ruminate about how we are going to raise our children, and what we’re going to teach them.
What if we turn things around?
What if we see our kids as our teachers, not our students?
What if we see events as doors for learning, and not just a stimulus as we mindlessly react?
When something goes wrong, our default reaction is, “what’s wrong with me?”
Instead, we can turn things around and ask ourselves, “what can I learn from this?”
A Redemptorist priest I know used to share an antidote about Viktor Frankl, a psychiatrist who survived the brutality of the concentration camp in Auschwitz. Dr. Frankl noted, “It’s not so much about what you ask out of life, but what life asks out of you.
At this moment, what does life asks out of you?
I know that I’ve got to learn strip things down. Why? I need to be a better husband, father, and a son.
Teach me, teach me….