My son has a hat. Its a Superman hat. We bought it for him a while back because we were going to go to a pool party and didn’t want him to get a sunburn. He actually wanted a pink, floo-foo hat, but we talked him out of that…barely.
But now, his Superman hat has become more than just a sun visor. It represents him as a little man. Isaac likes to wear it outside when we play “golfball” or when we are washing the car or when I am doing yard work and he is my helper. Usually, I wear a Reds hat when I am outside and so he thinks that is what he is supposed to do.
He will be 2 years old later this month (Aug. 30 for those in the family) and already he understands a lot about being a man. A man needs a good hat. A man should do chores and have fun outside. A man gets sweaty and needs a hat to catch his sweat.
He is probably less than 30 lbs, less than 3 feet tall, still likes sleeping with his “mini” (aka his blanket), but he is already learning what it means to be a man. And here is the catchy (and scary) part…Isaac is learning how to be a man by closely watching and mimicing me. What a standard? What a challenge? What a responsibility?
I hope I am showing Isaac how to be a God-fearing man.