Tonight I brought my daughter to her class. Outside were four mothers watching the class through a one-way mirror and visiting. Naturally, one of the mothers decided that she would introduce herself to the only man waiting for his daughter, and we struck up a conversation about large families. Listening was a woman with both sides of her head shaved, and long hair down the center in a braid. She interjected her experiences in began to explain her husband had left her several years ago, she was living in an RV with her two children, and now she's expecting. While looking into her eyes, I could see the same pleasant pain that my own mother had all the time I knew her. This woman, despite having a butch haircut, had an intrinsic beauty about her in the form of a type of glow. My own mother is said to have had the same beauty when she was that age. Even until her last day she denied regretting pushing my father away. I can see that same pain in this woman who is confronting raising a girl and two boys by herself.