Six months after my son was born, I resumed my meditation practice, with the addition, near the end of each practice, of the visualization of a golden light. The light reached from my heart to my son’s heart so that he would know how much he was loved, and so he would be protected and soothed by this energy. When he was five, he turned to me one day and said, “Mom, do you know what is my favorite thing to pretend? That I am the Master of Light. And I have a golden power cell here” — he pointed to the center of his chest — “and it’s so powerful that it has the power to turn people good!” In practicing my meditative seva, I inadvertently taught him to value the good in himself! What greater blessing could have been bestowed upon me?

Katie Tandon