Swirling. In every mom’s life, there are high points and low points. No one is spared. I think of my mom raising nine children. One child died at the age of two after my parents searched desperately all over Los Angeles for a cure. She was heart-broken but didn’t get stuck. She swirled. And I’ve swirled around some crises as a mom. From bleeding gashes (I faint at the sight of blood) to a life-threatening illness. And now my daughters are moms and have their share of swirling. And through it all, we pass on a ‘joie de vivre’, floating along, not getting stuck, passing on all we received and hopefully a little bit more.