I cried like a baby when I was told we’d have to take down this oak on our property. It had gotten Sudden Oak Death Syndrome, then in it’s weakened state, was attacked by bark beetles. You get attached to your trees, so a part of our landscape, our history; a vital, never fully realized creature of nature to behold. And our Mothers, the same. They are out there. They are with us. And then they are not. So viscerally a part of our fabric, our nature, and a being and force to behold. Their intentions, not always understood, their messages, oftentimes obscure. Then, we become parents, and recognize what a tremendous responsibility we hold (larger than life). For it is life we are forming, principles we are guiding and values we are presenting. Ponder your own such challenges and sincerity, and you will invariably appreciate your Mother.