At my best, I want to be a reflection of their Father in heaven. When they look up and squeal, “Play with me!” I want them to find my gaze there, looking back down at them—not buried in a phone so they feel they need to earn or interrupt my attention by acting out. I want them to know they have it. So when I’m with them, I am actually with them. They have my gaze, which is to say they have my attention, which is to say they have my love.
