A mother's sacrifice

You always hear about how a person has to sacrifice a lot when he/she becomes a parent. You frequently hear terms like "I would die for my child" or "I would do anything for my kids." Of course, I agree with these sentiments, but I was recently put to the test to prove this undying love. I am happy to say that I passed the test...but it wasn't easy.

We were at the diner with my mom for lunch. The food came and I looked down at my plate. A reuben wrap accompanied by a juicy pickle. Yum. I love pickles, and have since I was a kid. They are salty and delicious and make my day. I couldn't wait to take a crispy bite. And then I heard it...

"Mom, can I have your pickle?" from Big A. Then, "I want pickle!" from Little A. The juicy bite flashed before my eyes. This was the moment of truth. When it came down to it, was I really willing to give up my delicious pickle for my kids?

I picked up a butter knife and painstakingly cut the pickle in half. And then?

Well, I gave one half to Big A and one half to Little A. Yes, folks, I made the ultimate sacrifice for my children. I gave away my pickle. And you know what? I'd do it again. Because that's just the kind of mom I am.