There have been times with each of you, in my career as your mother, when confronted by a small and screaming face, I have pictured putting the child attached to it, into a large basket and placing you on someone else’s doorstep.
And then there are the times when I have seen a red and contorted face, heard the pitched and shrieking cry and my heart has surged as I open my arms to embrace you. Kissing your pathetic face I have tasted the salt and felt the wetness of your tears. In these moments, in the face of your sorrow, I find I am suffused with joy. With every heartbeat I fill with gratitude and every counter beat with wonder that I get to be the one to console, that I am the one to comfort, that I am succor to, you.