When the medal didn't matter...

Joannie Rochette, the Canadian figure skater, is made of strong stuff.

Although she has practiced for years to reach this point, the loss of her mother on Sunday morning would have been enough to derail most. How can one be expected to skate with passion and precision when their heart is broken? The mother who had been her biggest cheerleader throughout all those years, would not be there to watch her moment of triumph. But she knew what her mother wanted. She wanted Joannie to skate, and do her best.

In this article she says, "I feel proud and the result didn't matter." She was able to make it a tribute to her mom.

I can say from experience that our mothers mold us in ways that are beyond comprehension. Whether the world would judge them as good or bad is not relevant. It's the love and wisdom they impart as they raise us to adulthood that matters. Even though moms are not perfect humans (who is?), they give us our first glimpse of perfect love. Selfless and strong, defying all odds, it is the touch of our Father in Heaven.

My mom passed away more than 20 years ago. She was human and as such, had her share of weaknesses. But she loved me. Her love is genuine and unconditional and continues despite her absence. I have leaned on her memory many times in the past 20 years and the foundation it gave me.

Bravo to Joannie and her bronze medal. But mostly bravo for showing the world what a mother's love can do.