Larger Than Life

by Jodi Picoult

There is a reason people say being a mother is the hardest job in the world: You do not sleep and you do not get vacation time. You do not leave your work on your desk at the end of the day. Your briefcase is your heart, and you are rifling through it constantly. Your office is as wide as the world, and your punch card is measured not in hours but in a lifetime.

The calf scrambled beneath the safe haven of his mother. When you are truly, deeply scared, that’s the only place you want to be.