This middle area, an unexpected realm within these two emotional extremes, can only be described as cautious contentment.

Something cool happened recently: I did ten minutes of yoga with my toddler in the room.

My audacious two year old has already set his sights on a career as an astronaut. I know there will come a day when he doesn't want to bring his mommy to the moon.

A comic strip by illustrator Beatrice Davies.

Seriously? Thank God it’s Friday.

We are theirs and that is all they need. Our people love us just the way we are.

I wasn’t ready to be a mom of older children, just yet. To let go of the baby smells, the snuggles, and the closeness of them in my arms.

Maybe strength is relative.

How can I do this? How can I carry everything?

But there’s a line. I would never insist that my little daughter hand over her prized possession for a pal to play with.