Here is a story of Ollie, who accompanied his mother one afternoon during a weekend of formation in the Catechesis. All afternoon Ollie had been happily occupied with his mom and a few nearby objects which she had provided. At the end of the day, the participants meditated together on the Good Shepherd. As I proclaimed this passage of Scripture, Ollie straightened his torso and focused his attention at the sheepfold. As the figures of the Shepherd and the sheep were brought out of the sheepfold during the reading he outstretched his arms, cried out "aaahhh" and strained toward them, his face alight. When the figure of the Shepherd was rotated (away from Ollie) to face the wooden sheep, Ollie's face fell and his arms sagged. Noticing this, I turned the Shepherd toward Ollie again. His glow returned and his arms returned to the upright and welcoming position until the end of the passage.

It was a wonderful moment, particularly as Ollie is our Godson.  I'd known in my heart that we would eventually be together in the atrium listening to the Good Shepherd. I didn't realize that moment would first arrive when he was 8 months old?