I went out of town for a work retreat this past weekend so I was gone for three days. We always have a ton going on with the three girls so this is a pretty typical weekend schedule for us.

Long before ever having children, I made myself a solemn promise. I would NEVER turn into my mother. I remember developing a mental list of the many things I would do differently when I had children of my own. I would be a modern, enlightened parent. Not the old-fashioned kind of mother I was raised by. I mean, my generation had books telling us What to Expect which explained everything I could possibly need to know. My mother thought it was kind of silly. You go to the hospital,.

Wherein I attempt to age gracefully. Before my eldest was born, a baby was kidnapped from the hospital where I would eventually deliver. It was in the news every night. It took months to find the child. When he walked into the recovery room, without my baby, before I could say a word, he .

This is dedicated to my dear friends and colleagues whom I have worked with over the years. I am going to miss you all so much! I work behind a closed door. In a room without a window. And I hope that I am getting it right. And there are moments of elation. When I think that Maybe. But other days it is so hard.