Last week I called my mom at 7 o'clock in the morning and mumbled desperately into the phone that I was sick and the baby was sick and if it wasn't too much trouble couldn't she please come over and help?
And she did - of course she did. She soothed us with kind words and vegetable soup, and the calming force of her presence made me believe that mothers actually DO have supernatural powers. I don't know if she had plans for that day, but if she did, she never let on that I had disrupted them.
Sacrifice is beautiful because it is rare in this world; we are drawn to the souls who bring light in the form of unconditional service and love.
My mother shines.
[Photo of me + my mom on the beach, sometime in the early 80's]