When my father died, I looked at this old rusting toolbox. It seemingly had no value. As I looked through it had cut nails from an era before extrusion became the process for making nails. It had all sorts of other chach-kas, but for no good reason, at least in my own mind, I didn't throw it away.
As I've gone through life, I can't tell you how many times I was working on something and found myself missing a part, which, as if by magic appeared in my father's toolbox. Pragmatically, the tool box saved me a few dollars and more importantly, the time of the trip to the hardware store, but the feeling that I always get when I find something in the tool box is that today, I received a little gift from my father.
Similarly, my father left me a toolbox to deal with the spiritual aspects of life. What he left me in my youth -- I was not quite 19 when my father passed away-- seemed in many ways to be a rusty old tool box filled with stories of the past and a way of life called Judaism, that I took for granted.
Taking the broadest definition of Torah as the totality of life, what my dad gave me was a tool box with the nails, screws, nuts, bolts, tools, hooks, latches, etc. from a lifetime of his living and culled from thousands of years of history in general and Jewish history in particular. What he left me was incomplete, just as what I teach you will be incomplete, just as what you teach your children will be incomplete.
But like the physical toolbox, I add to it, I expand it, I incorporate things my father never knew; and occasionally, I discard something. But just like the old rusty toolbox, there are times when I am feeling drained of life's projects where I dig into his spiritual legacy and in that way too, I received another little gift from my father.
This is a guarantee: give your kids a toolbox, today. It is truly a gift that will keep on giving.