Check out this beautiful story from Radical Catholic Mom about her wounded brother and her two-year old daughter who is leading him gently back into a relationship with God.
To me one of the most beautiful and humbling things about being a mother, and one of the most completely unexpected gifts, is this of watching my daughter learn how to love God and seeing how she in her sweet innocence reminds me to pray and leads me closer to heaven, one baby step at a time. Just this past Sunday as we were leaving our pew after mass she dropped without any prompting from us into a little squat, I could tell it was meant for a genuflection, and said “Hi, Jesus!” We’ve not yet tried to instruct her to genuflect because I didn’t think she was physically ready. She really can’t genuflect, but she can make her own kind of bodily reverence.
It made me realize yet again that she’s watching me, copying what I do. I teach her even when I do not consciously set out to do so. She’ll copy the good as well as the bad, so I’d better make sure that I’m setting a good example.