Ache.

How easy to just take life, the day by day grind, for granted.  Small things can be so affecting whenever mostly everything is alright.  Suddenly something seriously isn't, and what would I do for the come-back of mundane every day-to-day hassle of accumulated small things.  Last night I learned news that has left my Mother's heart overwhelmed, and I'm reminded that the ability to protect my children from their own choices is a superpower denied me, to wish and make it all better, to help them chose a road that wouldn't be as potentially heart breaking as the possibilities seem.  I ache for my child so deeply that I can hardly breathe.  Prayer is the singular weapon of protection in my arsenal.