For Max
I could never have imagined before you entered the world the gaping wonder enormous challenge and breathless joy you have brought into my life. The fire of your being has brought me face to face with my own rage, grief and shortcomings. For what is more humbling than motherhood? Who else could have ripped me open and revealed to me the depths of my own soul? May I go forward through the sticky, raucous halls of boyhood in humble awe of the Sacred Charge that has been given to me in all of its messy glory. What a gift to be your mama.