Every mother has got to have a moment, scrubbing the corner of some part of the house that didn’t get clean enough the last time, or after a long day doing whatever it a mom does to keep things running, where you just want to keep crawling out the door and down the street and into a back pack and onto the plane to southeast Asia…

But you stay. Because not only do you have no choice, but if you did, you wouldn’t make it. If the level of love you feel doesn’t outweigh the responsibility that you take on, then you should probably just keep crawling…