For the first eight years of her life, my daughter Kate knew that the moon made a sound every night. She knew it, and nobody could have told her otherwise. She didn’t read about it in a book or learn about it in school, but she heard it every night when she went to bed.

 

…or at least she heard the noise her dad was making out the side of his mouth when they looked up at the moon before putting his little girl in bed each night.

She still remembers that special sound, and even tells her younger siblings about it. Kate and her siblings learned the sound the moon made, as well as countless other things about the world by watching and listening to mom and dad.

 

It isn’t just trivial and silly things we teach them, either. At our home, for example, my kids know that the tooth faery is real, dad is the toughest man on earth, mom can fix anything, and that pulling on fingers will sometimes make certain noises. How did they learn these things? They observed. Put a tooth under your pillow and you’ll earn a dollar. Need a heavy toy moved and dad will do it no matter how big it is. Rip your shirt or scrape your knee and mom will make it better. Pull on dad’s finger and…

 

…you get the idea.

 

So, what EXACTLY are we teaching our kids? This can be wonderful or it can be scary. Or both. How do we treat others? How do we treat our spouses? Our families? How do we see the world? How do we deal with problems? What’s most important in our lives?

 

A story that started back on Christmas Eve to further illustrate –

 

We had just finished moving everything to our new house, the snow was coming down with a vengeance, everyone had gone home and I was going back to the old house to make sure we got everything. It was 2:30 in the morning. As I was leaving my driveway, I got stuck in the gutter/canyon at the end of our driveway. I tried for several minutes to rev, rock, dig, and cuss my way out, to no avail. I was tired, angry, and lamenting that I didn’t want to deal with this when a neighbor came running over, smiling and laughing like he had just come out of a Brian Regan show. He’d been out shoveling sidewalks at 2:30 am (?), and saw that I needed help. Even with my firm resolution to be grim and grumpy, his laughing and smiling in the snow while he dug, pushed, and eventually drove his truck over to tow me out was contagious! By the time he had pulled me out and I was on my way, I was smiling and laughing as well!

 

Several days later, we were on our way to church and found ourselves stuck in the same canyon as before. My wife and kids were laughing about it, and I was not. We only had five minutes to get to church, and I was sure a scowl would get us there faster.

 

The scowl didn’t help, but the same neighbor from before did. Once again he came running over, laughing and smiling and excited that he already knew where to hook the tow cable to our van! He pulled us out (again), and then ran back to what he was doing before we got stuck – shoveling driveways for other people. We got to church a few minutes late, but thanks to Mr. Happy, we made it.

 

Here’s where the biggest lesson came: 45 minutes later, that cheery neighbor and his family came and sat on the pew in front of us. I sat in there watching him and cried as I thought of the example his little boys had of a dad who missed most of church because he was shoveling driveways and helping others get to church. Those little boys were seeing firsthand the gospel of Jesus Christ, being taught more powerfully than any lecture or lesson could have done.

 

Two weeks later, I sat on the same pew, behind a different couple and their kids. She looked like she had been crying and he acted like he would rather be anywhere else. At one point, she stepped out and the little boys were left there with dad. After the kids started getting a little rowdy, dad did something I’d never seen before in church – he took out his iPad and started playing a game! He didn’t hide the screen from his boys (or the little boys in every pew behind him). As soon as their mom came back, the kids moved eagerly over to sit by mom, and…dad kept playing his game. In fact, he played that game (at full volume) while the sacrament was passed and the people at the pulpit gave some of the best talks I’ve heard in years.

 

I thought of those little boys being taught that church was for building a digital army instead of a real family, a high score was more important than a testimony, and a father was someone who was there to make mom cry. While I thought about the example those two little boys were getting about what a father’s role is, my thoughts drifted back to the happy shoveler two weeks earlier (pun intended) and the example he had set for his boys.

 

Whether we like it or not, our kids are watching. We’re teaching them how to react to the world and how to treat other people. We’re teaching them what is most important in life. They’ll be fathers and mothers much like the fathers and mothers they observe every day. They’ll act like the people they watch the most. Hopefully those people our kids observe are the kind of people we want our kids to be.

 

Long after church was over, I sat in the chapel wondering what type of dad my own children were observing each day and what lessons they were being taught. In response to my unspoken question, I heard my little girl laughing as the moon said goodnight to her in its own special way.

And in spite of any blunders made along the way, my kids had learned a secret about the moon that makes them (and me) smile to this day.

Wacaw!

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When I started a personal blog in 2014, I pulled some of the earlier posts I’d made on Facebook. One of the first posts on my new blog was one of the oldest Facebook posts I still had and is reprinted here in it’s entirety from my One Crazy Dad blog.

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