Daddy, Father, & God

I never cease to be amazed at how children learn and put concepts together (sometimes incorrectly).

Our third son, Abram, is about to turn 3 years old. A couple mornings ago he came up to me at breakfast and called me “God.” I’ve been called the devil before (seriously), but this was new. I quickly corrected my son and tried to figure out where this thought had originated. He resisted my correction initially (which is typical for him) and called me “God” again a couple more times. Finally, I figured out the root of the misconception (I think).

We often begin our meal prayers to God with “Father.” Abram recently learned that I am his “father.” I can’t remember the context but recently I had told him I was his father and he retorted (as only a 2-year-old can) with: “You’re not the father, you’re the daddy!” Perhaps he finally figured out that I am the father–which, to his way of thinking, meant I must also be “God,” too!

I think he’s got it straight now, but only time will tell! 🙂

P.S. Recalling this event reminded me of Abram’s first prayer before a meal (probably around his 2nd birthday): “Father. Food. Amen.” It doesn’t get any simpler than that!

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