God, the loving Mother of all,
Thank you for this little incarnate grace entrusted to my care.
Grant me grace to show my boy deep tenderness, that he might show it to others in turn.
Sustain calmness and radical mindfulness in our home, that he might resist the temptation to prove himself by busyness and accomplishment.
Grant me the discipline and discernment to care for him and grant his desires without catering to his every whim, that he might appropriately deny his more destructive desires of body and power.
Bring clarity in my identity and persistence in my calling, that he would witness and respect the power and personhood of women.
Grant me empathy, that I might remember that he is but one beloved child among millions, all equally precious and deserving, and humility to recognize that even his precarious moments occur in privilege and safety.
Strengthen my resolve and attention in his formation, that we would both grow in the knowledge and practice of justice that takes place in the details.
Remind me that Jesus, your son, a brown skinned refugee child, killed by the state, calls me to divest myself of power and work for change, and raise this white son to do the same.