Lulu, the younger of my two daughters, started college this year and called the other day to brag about getting an A on her first lit paper. After we used up that topic, she asked what was up with me.
“I started a new blog today,” I told her. “You should sign up as a follower, so then I’ll have one.”
“Really? Is it going to be about me? I’m only going to read it if it’s about me.”
“No. You probably won’t be interested in it. It’s about the Jewish shema—you know that passage in Deuteronomy that’s sort of the crux of everything for the Jews? Where Moses tells the Israelites, ‘Hear, O Israel: The LORD our God, the LORD is one. Love the LORD your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength’”?
“Well, after that God tells them to talk about that command—and, by extension, all of God’s words—all the time: to their kids, when they get up and lie down and sit at home and walk down the street. Whenever. With whomever. I’m going to try to do that: talk about scripture all the time to people and then write about what gets said.”
“Well, so, then you can write about me. Cuz you’re doing that right now.”
“Talking about scripture to your kid.”
I checked today, though, and she still isn’t a follower. Go figure.