About a week ago, my husband asked me a seemingly innocent question. What did you dream about doing when you were a kid? To my surprise, I became pretty emotional. I began to feel a rush of sorrow. Prior to this, I had been having a completely normal day. I wasn't sad, I wasn't upset. I was just running errands, making sure my son was doing his homework, figuring out what we should make for dinner, that sort of thing. That question hit me like a shot in the heart. I didn't ev

I, like so many mother's, have dedicated enormous amounts of time and energy to my child. Of course I had visions, or maybe they were more like ideas, about my child's future. Even though my child is a teen and not yet an adult, I can tell that things will be different than I thought. As mother's we so often have expectations of our children, and then beat ourselves up over it if they don't do as well as we had hoped. What I am coming to realize as my child gets older, is tha