What changed

It's funny how when you love someone, the least little thing they do makes you happy.

Mothers are like that. Let her child simply smile and her day is made.

Fathers are like that. His child waves and he is ecstatic.

Grandmas are really like that.

And so are aunts and kindergarten teachers and the crossing guard at the corner. All you have to do is be and people who love you are happy.

And then things change . . . and somehow nothing you do is good enough.

How does that happen?