" My child — come see how readily the word comes, and indeed there is none sweeter to a mother’s heart and mind or on her lips — well, then, dear child, during the last two months I used to drag myself wearily and heavily about the gardens, not realizing yet how precious was the burden, spite of all the discomforts it brought! "

― Honoré de Balzac , Works of Honore de Balzac