“And then…” (his voice faltered a little) “and then today I saw her walking down the hall holding hands with Mike.”

I saw the pain in his face.  His young eyes were looking to me for help and guidance.  And I chose to do what every caring father does.

I called him a thumb sucking baby.  That’s what he is isn’t he?  And then I called in his brothers and sisters and called him a thumb sucking baby in front of them.  Just to reinforce that their Daddy won’t put up with that kind of behavior or those kinds of questions.  A little public humiliation keeps him in line ya’ know. 

He should quit whining for help with things he’s old enough to figure out on his own.  Cause only babies and little boys need their dad to help them with those deeper kinds of questions.  I should be able to push a book in his hands and tell him to figure it out on his own.  Heck, I can take him to Barnes and Noble and find hundreds of book to help him through this.  Be a grown up.  Don’t come to me for help.    

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Ok, so none of this really happened.  But if it did, what would I say? 

God has placed me in charge of overseeing the spiritual development of my son.  Matter of fact, being a father is something that I chose to become.  So what do I do when he needs help diving deeper into life’s tough questions?  How do I respond?  How do I demonstrate God’s love to him?  Do I encourage his desire to learn?  Do I get down in life’s pit and help him find his way?  Do I discourage him from asking?  How do I help him become a Godly man?

Do I help him or make fun of him?  What would you do?