And I kept thumbing to this one.
It isn't the kind of shot I'm going to print in wallet sizes and hand them out to family members. I'm not going to hang it on my wall. It wouldn't feel quite right in that context.
But I keep coming back to it.
The sweetness.
The eye rub.
The baby-ness.
The bib overalls and board book.
The tired baby.
But mostly, the innocence.
An innocence I desperately want to protect. An innocence that's been entrusted to us. She's so sweet, so trusting, so joyful. I don't want anything to take those things from her. I just want to protect her.
Like, until she's 30.
It's daunting. We don't want her to grow up too fast, and yet we don't want to her to be so sheltered that she's clueless. How do parents do it? What boundaries to you set? When do you set them? How do you raise a child to be wise, but still protect that little heart?
Lord, help us.
Lord, help us, indeed.
4 comments:
The tired baby eye rub. What a gift!
It almost looks like she's praying :)
also, I've heard great things about this book: http://www.amazon.com/Shepherding-Childs-Heart-Tedd-Tripp/dp/0966378601
I see a brown bear, a red bird, a yellow duck, a blue horse, a green frog, a purple cat, a white dog, a black sheep, a goldfish, and a teacher looking at me. That's what I see.
(That's totally from memory, and I haven't read it in forever.) :)
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