#Statement: Mother, Mother, Mother. What can one even possibly say about the Mother? The Mother is everything. She is life itself. Heaven lies beneath her feet. Born out of her soft, pillowy flesh is what moves the world, what is kind, what is holy, what is good. But this is not what is needed from her. The Mother is robbed over and over. By whom? — by the world. There is a discrepancy festering in the Mother’s generosity, just as there always will be, just as is to be expected. There is always a palm open wider, always expecting more. She forgives, she foregoes, she is forgotten. The Mother leaves, too; she leaves the only place that she will ever call home. She leaves to provide opportunity, prosperity and then she becomes a mother. The Mother may have had lofty dreams, but she must come to understand that they were just that — dreams. Motherhood is defined as sacrifice. Look it up and you will see. To be a mother is to give. Always, it is to give. My mother would carve out her...