This sculpture was in my mother's room as long as I can remember. As it sits on my dresser now, I think about how many mornings she woke up and gazed on it just as I do now. For me, what used to be a sculpture of just a "mother and her child" has morphed into a snapshot of My Mother and I; her hand gently guiding me in the right direction as I look up to her, knowing she would never steer me wrong.
