Those words hit me like a ton of bricks. Damn, he is really growing up.

My job as a mother is simple: I’m raising my son to best prepare him to leave me.

What will they remember more – the snickers and the taunts, or their mother's love for them?

How the theatre saved my life as a child and transformed me into the person I am today.

Yes, there are a few things for which we would like to avenge them for what they did to us when they were babies.

Growing up with two sisters, the world of boys is foreign to me.

Did you bring us a snack? Of course. I am Mama. Once I gave birth to you, my body produced milk and small bags of Goldfish crackers.

My hope is that as my sons see me fulfilled by being their mother as well as all I am beyond that, they will reach for such equilibrium and encourage it in others.

For me, my sons’ crib holds many of the best memories of their childhood, as well as the worst, and like most memorable things in life, it is impossible to separate the good from the bad.

Oh, little does he know how hard it will be for me to ever let him go.