Creative Minority Reader: What My Sons Teach Me About God

Walter Hudson discovers that love multiplies. It doesn't divide:

Last week, I became a father for the second time. My wife presented me with another son. I imagine that the birth of a second child proves over time to be a unique experience. There may be no other moment in life which so profoundly demonstrates love’s abundance. When you have your first child, it feels like a pinnacle. How could you possibly love more than that? The prospect of a second child seems to the uninitiated to portend a division of that love between two objects, like the division of an estate between inheritors. I did not need to know my new son for long before realizing that parental love does not divide. It multiplies. Everything my firstborn means to me has been duplicated.