The Importance of Coming Last

My (almost) ten year-old has been out-thinking and out-smarting me since he was about five. His level of self-awareness both scares the shit out of me and makes me think I’ve done a pretty kick ass job of raising someone in touch enough with their own emotions to say things like “I think I was feeling…

Now I lay me down to sleep

For the last six months, my not so little anymore boy has needed a grown up to lay with him before he falls asleep.  Nine nights out of ten, that someone is me.  The no-nonsense part of Mom-me wants him to be able to fall asleep on his own again, a skill which suddenly abandoned…