Today I am sad. Am I a poor mother? My daughter is in pain. Physical pain. Emotional pain. And I can't take it away. I can't change it. Isn't that my job? Aren't I responsible to ease her pain? Actually, aren't I responsible for preventing pain from ever touching her at all? Have I failed? Shouldn't I have a remedy? Why doesn't my magic wand make her all better? Why won't her boo-boo be fixed by a kiss? I'm sad. So I look outside. I'm in the midst of beauty. Beauty all around