by Candace Alper The rewards of motherhood reveal themselves to me every day. The revelations are sometimes seemingly screaming and colourful and other times are as subtle and soft as a whisper. My own personal and private joys are in the everyday moments that I have with my daughter. She is 9 years old now and every day that she bolts through the school doors and exclaims "Mommy" with open arms are among my most cherished rewards of the moment. These, I am sure, are fleeting and I …
