The day of Lydia’s birth is one of the happiest of my life. She was the bright spot in the midst of a long and dark depression. I held her in my arms before the cord was cut and wept because I was so relieved that she was here and that my labor was finished. Of course, in a whole new way, it had just begun.
I am thinking about this as we navigate, awkwardly, this arduous time which is adolescence.
This picture is my prayer.
May she know that she shines like a light, that she is beloved and that I am always behind her. Help me to be behind her.