Our families record our real lives with an unflinching precision. This is a tape that never stops rolling. We may look lovely in that snapshot, that picture of kindliness and good cheer we present to the world at large, but when we come home and take out our frustrations on our wives and children, the tape is still running. Our behavior is stored forever in our children’s hearts. A good question to ask ourselves as we plunge into the process of Teshuvah on Rosh Hashanah is this: What would we read about ourselves if our own children wrote a book about who we were? How does our family see us?
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