We're living in a time when parenting is not at all mirroring the way I was parented. For me I just followed my parents around on their errands when they were busy on the phone I was quiet. It's a different kettle of fish these days: They run the house and you listen to their music and you go to their appointments.
Human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to while we long to make music that will melt the stars.
I just sort of take it from a character perspective and I don't know if he was necessarily spiritual but I do think he had hope. He was a character that was comfortable having hope in his life and hope is faith.