Ma always seemed lost to me, big and confused, I called her the dumbest animal, but she is telling her story now, and I am seeing and hearing it, being a mother has transformed her, given her focus, revealed her intelligence about the things she needs to understand, shown her big heart and endless patience. She is not young, and now, she has twins, and I have never seen her so purposeful and contented.

Last week she came so close to dying, I came so close to putting her down, a committed vet saved her life, and now she is healthier by the day, she seems in her element.

She reminds me every day tell my story, sing my song, as she is doing. We cannot curb or control the sorrows of the world, we can not avoid pain and turmoil, we can only sing joyfully to the world.