What's the Plott?

  When John Grady was about eight months old, I had one of those motherhood moments that has stayed with me ever since. He was asleep in his rocker in the den while I cleaned the house. Praise and worship was blaring. I was probably doing some ordinary task that felt very unimportant at the time. And then suddenly, motherhood hit me all at once. Not the sweet baby smell. Not the little hands. Not the joy of being his mom. And not the let down of his next meal... but reality of it all!! The realization that this job was too big for me. I looked at that tiny baby sleeping peacefully and started thinking about everything I could not protect him from. Heartbreak. Bad decisions. Other people’s choices. His own choices. Pain. Loss. Disappointment.  The world. I could not possibly shield him from all of it. The thought overwhelmed me.  So I fell down beside that rocker and cried. Really cried. Because I loved him so much, and suddenly I understood that loving him wou...