Driving around like a lost soul in the country recently I spotted two mules ahead. (They are mules, aren't they? Embarrassed that I don't know for sure.) Pulling the car over, I got out, cautiously hopped over a ditch, and walked slowly up to the fence. Mother and child stopped their grazing and stared while I set up my tripod. After each click, momma got closer and closer to baby, until she was standing directly in front like a shield, giving me a wary look. I got the message, smiled, told her what a good mom she was, and quietly left.
As I drove away I began to think of all the times I tried to protect (and rescue) my eldest from folly after folly. This momma's protective action made me think of him. If you are a praying person, I'd appreciate some for my boy.