When I was a little boy I could always count on my mom’s comfort. Any time. Any place. There were no prerequisites for her love. If I was throwing up at 2:00 a.m., my mom was right next to the toilet holding my hand. When my basketball coach didn’t allow me to play as much as the other boys, my mom immediately gave me the attention she knew I had lost throughout the game. When I would injure myself, I would run straight to my mom to be consoled and healed. There’s just so