Looking through some old photos I was reminded of how my boys have always loved to work like daddy. They had a way of always finding the sharpest tool in the toolbox- or carrying around the heaviest hammer they could find!! I remember when my oldest son built his first “birdhouse” all by himself… okay… so it was 6 pine boards nailed flat together… but to him it was a birdhouse. And it brought joy.
I will let them bang the hammer into the dirt. And as they grow, let them pound 15 nails into a board and show me what they “built.” Let them get cuts and bruises from playing with the tools. Because someday I will look them in the face eye to eye and see that they have grown to be men like daddy.