This Pentecost, as the Church recalls the descent of the Holy Spirit upon the Apostles in the upper room, my thoughts wander homeward. My daughter has just turned four, and with that milestone has come a delightful torrent of ‘why’. It is wonderful to hear them drop all day, every day, sometimes in a frenzy – those relentless, probing questions that signal a young mind stirring to life and seeking order in the world around her. As one of the first in my circle of friends to enter parenthood, I have found few ready-made guides to help me walk reverently beside my child through every sacred step of her miraculous transformation. Instead, I’ve steadily realised that the formation of this small person rests first and foremost with me, her parent, as a vocation illuminated by the same Spirit who empowered the first teachers of the faith.