How Do We Do This

I remember getting gifts from my parents that required assembly. You'd think we were planning a battle. Dad would get his glasses, make all sorts of sounds, recognizable and not so much. We'd sit down on the floor and look at the thing. Picking up its pieces and putting them down. Then he'd ask "where are the instructions." And mom would bring it to him. He'd Swear curse more with heavy sighs and silence.  He'd be reading. Then you'd here. "Oh Ok.. this goes here."  More sounds a few swears but less so. Inevitably there'd be those mysterious leftovers. But the play would begin. Although, looking back, it was all play.
Folks have compared life to the instruction manual.  And how it doesn't come with any. But I think religion tries, in its own faulty way, to point us to what we could create, with help. Honestly, I think its the love that makes a father or mother finally read the instructions and that is the true instructions.  How do we do this? We care enough to try. Thank you mom and dad!