Your Kids Don’t Need Your Answers; They Need Your Presence
That’s it. End of article … Just kidding. (But it is kind of that simple.) For example: I went to a fantastic Catholic high school. But I was Lutheran. So I came home with lots of hard questions for my dad. At the end of a long day I might toss out a big one like “Why don’t we call Mary ‘Our Lady’?” and even though he was tired, he’d sit with me at the kitchen table, light a pipe, and we’d talk. I’d watch him blow smoke rings at the ceiling, his Adam’s apple jumping and his attempts always ending in a chuckle and a cough.

February 17, 2026

