I have an amazing mom friend. We’ll call her Jane. She’s the one who taught Liam how to wipe the seat and wash his hands when he was done using the bathroom. She taught him how to tie his shoes. She taught him how to say “Yes, ma’am” when spoken to. We changed that to “Yes, mom” around here since we’re not from the South, not that Jane is necessarily from the South. Her kids are creative, poised, witty and just plain fabulous. She is a rock star among mothers and a true friend. She had a baby at the same time I had Aidan. This did not stop her from taking care of my baby who was on oxygen and a feeding tube, along with her infant, both of our toddlers and her 5 year old. Jane has a heart of gold and nerves of steel. She can give a child all the love in the world but not flinch if he just needs to cry. She was taking care of Aidan during his extended months of tummy time. Aidan’s muscles were weak and his head was big. He hated tummy time. He would cry and I would cry and it would all just be a dramatic cry fest. Then he went to Jane’s house. She understood how tummy time was vitally important for Aidan. So she just let him work. I don’t think she said, “drop and give me 20” but I can’t be sure. Since Aidan couldn’t quite lift his head high enough, the tip of his nose would rub on the floor. He came home with a red nose that blistered. That’s a lot of love right there because from that workout came muscles strong enough to hold his head up. I love to tease Jane about this. The truth is, there are so many things about mothering that bring us all to tears. Jane loves in abundance, is loved in abundance and my family is richer for it.