By Stacy A. Trasancos, Catholic East Texas - Once out (of church my son) continued to wrestle in my arms, so I pointed to a life-sized statue of the Blessed Mother mounted high on the wall. In her left arm she held the Christ-child, staring out at the world. I had admired that statue many times before, the mother so still, the infant so small. It was beautiful, lifelike. On a whim, I lifted my boy up in the air, as if handing him to her… “Here, hold him for me,” I said. My son stopped wiggling and looked down to see if I was serious, somewhat concerned… “Yes,” I said to him, “I’m giving you to Mary because I need her help….