"…I want to ask you one question.  What are you made of that you can turn from one thing to another like lightning?  Talking one moment as if life depended on your every word, and then frisking about with those wild boys as if you were a child yourself?"

I saw Una look up curiously, to hear my answer as I replied,

"I have always aimed at this flexibility.  I think a mother, especially, must learn to enter into the happy moods of her children at the very moment when her own heart is sad.  And it may be as religious an act for her to romp with them at that time as to pray with them at others."

~Elizabeth Prentiss
Stepping Heavenward