December 6, 2002, was my birthday, and I had no idea what a great birthday present was in the offing, if I had just waited. I'm a Lakers fan, and when I got home that evening the Lakers were down 70-46. I was disgusted. At the start of the fourth quarter they were down by 28 points. I didn't wait to see what would happen. I turned off the set.

I missed one of the greatest comebacks in basketball history, as the Lakers won 105-103. It was my own fault. I wasn't constant. I wasn't there.

In order to witness life's comebacks, in order to be a part of a miracle, sometimes you have to be there, be present, during the tough times.

A basketball match is really only fun and games. But there are some serious moments in life that we are called to be present for. I can't imagine a more serious mom…