Recently I was talking to my son Mike, who is home from the Philippines to raise support, and go back to start a church. As we were taking, he mentioned to me that he had preached a sermon about why he was so much like his dad. I looked through his notes from that sermon, and wanted to share them.
Spending time with our kids is a great way to influence them, and they DO become like US as we spend time with them.
This is a GREAT reminder to use our influence in a positive way!
“Anyone who knows my father well could recognize that I am his son without ever being told. I think it would be fair to make the statement, “If you’ve seen Mike, you’ve seen Mike’s father. If you know Mike, you know Mike’s father. If you know how Mike would respond in a certain situation, you know how Mike’s father would respond in that same situation. We are the same in many ways.
It is only natural that the question should be raised, “Why is it that I am so much like my father?” Is it just part of the Morrissey DNA? Is it because something magical happened when “Morrissey” was printed on my birth certificate? Certainly there are traits that were passed down to me from my father, but I don’t believe that is the reason that I am so much like him.
I am like my father not just because he is my father, but because I spent lots of time with him, and he influenced me in every area of life. Because I spent time with him, he influenced my thinking, and developed the way I look at life. The closer I got to my father, the more I began to think like him. What was important to him became important to me. The things that were exciting to him became exciting to me. The things that made him angry began to make me angry. What he thought was funny became funny to me. His desires became my desires. His passions became my passions. As I grew older, the closer I got to my father, the more I thought like him, and the more that I thought like him, the more I acted like him.
Hey Mike, why are you so much like your dad? I spent time with him and….
His thoughts became my thoughts.
His dreams became my dreams.
The things he loved I began to love.
The things he hated, I began to hate.
His priorities became my priorities.
If you’ve seen me, you’ve seen my father.”
What a great and sobering reminder about the influence we have as parents!