In Copenhagen last week I found this mother and child. From the angle where I was standing there was a church in the background and for me it became a wonderful confession of how we as parents are lifting our children to God.
As a mother I sometimes feel so unsure, so small, in lack of confidence, worrying about the kids. How will they manage life, how can we as parents make them strong enough to meet realities when they are growing too big to hide under our wings when danger comes? What will meet them out there, and how will they manage?
Ever since the kids were born my best way of managing has been to lift them up to God. "Look God, thanks for creating this unique child, you love her/him and you want the best for her/him. Please keep her/him close to your heart always. Amen"
