I was a substitute teacher for many years. One time I was in third grade and one of the other teachers brought in some pansies so that we could make paper flowerpots for Mother's Day. One child raised his hand and said he didn't have a mother. Other children nodded their heads, so I asked about their mothers. Some lived with grandparents, most lived in foster care. Only one or two children in a large class lived with their mother. I think of those poor children all the time. What is really sad is that their situation is not all that unusual these days.