I pull my cell phone close as I attempt to open my eyes. The April sunshine is bright through the blinds I forgot to close last night. It’s 9:15! I hop from my bed and hurry to Liberty’s crib. It’s empty—Alma must already have her downstairs allowing me to sleep late. A gift every mom loves.

I find Liberty in her high chair munching on her cereal and Alma reading the newspaper with coffee in hand nearby. I pour a mug of coffee while I wait for my toast to brown. Liberty ...