The nicest thing anyone has ever done for me was done for me by my mother.
My mum was en route to Japan from the US as I went into labour, arriving near midnight after a long flight made longer by delays and missed connections. She was there by my side, my touchstone and foundation, as I worked and laboured for 23 hours to bring my girl into the world. She was there, as I traveled across the city twice a day to visit my girl in the NICU. She was there to hold my baby while I slept. To understand and empathize through colic, extreme sleeplessness, and level nine culture shock.
She disrupted her life, spent six weeks in our tiny apartment in Japan, and carried me through the newborn weeks.
It was the greatest.