Olympian goddess, aka motherhood

A Mother’s Power

My 3-year-old bellows from his crib: “I want to hug ma-ah-ah-mom!” It’s 5 a.m., so I let his plea grow to full throttle before I give him a hug and set him on the ground. I resign myself to being awake; he asks me why the sun is off. “It’s early,” I say. “It’s winter.” My sigh is the sound of the season taking its toll, the signal of my own light dimming. “Turn it on, Mom!” he says. To him, I’m nothing less than an Olympian goddess, a mythic being, whose powers extend all the way to the sun. 

— Ashley Lefrak


via {modern love in the NY Times}

5am sunrise photo via {deviant art}